Well, it's my 30th Birthday today... and almost no one gave a shit. I say almost because there is one shining glimmer of hope out there that did remember but I will get to that in a minute. I want to end on a happy note.
I have been dropping hints for about 2 weeks now at work that my birthday was coming up. I figure 30, breaking the 3-0 mark should be a big deal. So just about 3 days ago there was an email sent out saying that there was going to be a 27th birthday party Saturday night for another employee. His birthday will be Tuesday. So while I'm talking to people about it, I am once again dropping hints that mine would be Sunday. No one cared. Then I thought it might be a surprise party for me, which we have done before for some other employees. I go to the party, nope. They had festivities, a cake, a stripper (a guy we work with in a thong) and a pinata. It's not that I wanted those things, I just wanted someone to give a shit. Wanna know what I was doing when it turned midnight on my birthday? I was fixing their toilet that some drunko had broken the handle off of. I was the only one there that was sober enough and handy enough to do it. I had to Macgyver it but it works. I have to work today and I guarantee everyone will talk about the party and the guy who pukes everywhere but not about me.
My older friends tell me that they were miserable shits on their 30th because they didn't want to get any older. I swore that wouldn't be me, and look at me... a miserable shit.
Now, I promised I would end on a good note because there is one person out there who remembered all on her own and was the only glimmer of goodness I had. Dmac came through with shining colors because Friday I got a care package full of random awesomeness!!!
I wish I would have thought of this for when we had a nametag party...
30 Devil duckies and 3 bags of Custom M&M's with "happy 30th" on them...
Finally, "Go Team Bacon!!!"...
So yesterday at work, I went all Dmac'd out. I wore my Last Regiment shirt, the Go Team Bacon dog tag, argyle socks and Chucks. She always knows how to make me smile and if it wasn't for her, this would have been the worst birthday ever. Thank god for her.
I have been dropping hints for about 2 weeks now at work that my birthday was coming up. I figure 30, breaking the 3-0 mark should be a big deal. So just about 3 days ago there was an email sent out saying that there was going to be a 27th birthday party Saturday night for another employee. His birthday will be Tuesday. So while I'm talking to people about it, I am once again dropping hints that mine would be Sunday. No one cared. Then I thought it might be a surprise party for me, which we have done before for some other employees. I go to the party, nope. They had festivities, a cake, a stripper (a guy we work with in a thong) and a pinata. It's not that I wanted those things, I just wanted someone to give a shit. Wanna know what I was doing when it turned midnight on my birthday? I was fixing their toilet that some drunko had broken the handle off of. I was the only one there that was sober enough and handy enough to do it. I had to Macgyver it but it works. I have to work today and I guarantee everyone will talk about the party and the guy who pukes everywhere but not about me.
My older friends tell me that they were miserable shits on their 30th because they didn't want to get any older. I swore that wouldn't be me, and look at me... a miserable shit.
Now, I promised I would end on a good note because there is one person out there who remembered all on her own and was the only glimmer of goodness I had. Dmac came through with shining colors because Friday I got a care package full of random awesomeness!!!
I wish I would have thought of this for when we had a nametag party...
30 Devil duckies and 3 bags of Custom M&M's with "happy 30th" on them...
Finally, "Go Team Bacon!!!"...
So yesterday at work, I went all Dmac'd out. I wore my Last Regiment shirt, the Go Team Bacon dog tag, argyle socks and Chucks. She always knows how to make me smile and if it wasn't for her, this would have been the worst birthday ever. Thank god for her.
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happy birthday amigo.
xo
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