2009-03-25
3/25/09
At work, we draw each others names for bithdays.
One of my co-workers refuses to participate. He always does his own birthday celebration. He likes to think that he's such a rebel and refuses to go along with any celebrations we do. He wants everyone to think he's this amazingly intelligent conspiracy theorist. But really, he's just an ass.
I could write paragraphs about things he's said and done to prove my point, but you can just take my word for it.
Anyway, his birthday is the 28th. My birthday is the 30th. He has decided to do his birthday thing on MY birthday instead of this Friday, the 27th. I was completely ticked off for about 30 seconds.
Then I remembered that I'm going to be 46, not 8 years old. I can share my birthday.
In order to make up for the day I wasted last Friday, I have been VERY busy at work. I even managed to do my filing. ALL of my filing. Often, I just PRETEND that I'm going to do it by alphabetizing it.
Then I put it back in my "To be filed" folder.