It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
ok. So today is my birthday and I told a certain someone who shall remain nameless *cough tug cough*, that I would update by Friday. Since that didn't happen I figured today would be close enough.
Today is my 23rd birthday. I would usually be happy of this fact.....but today I'm not.
Yesterday started off great, I got to work 20 minutes late because the girl who comes in at 7AM to take over Casey's shift didn't show up until 7:45!
When I get there my desk looks like Birthday threw up on it. It was so sweet and cute. There were crepe paper streamers everywhere. They were hanging from the ceiling above my desk and then there were two mylar balloons on each corner of my desk. They had my stapler wrapped with streamers, my calculator, and my phone too. They had put little post it notes with silly things on them all over the place and there were watermelon jolly ranchers (my fave) all over the desk.
It was really sweet already, and then during our friday morning meeting Kristi, my new office manager came in with a cake with a ton of candles on it, and it was a marble cake which Crystal knew was my favorite. ON TOP OF THAT....they gave me a sweet card which they all signed and then a really cool candle set. I was so overwhelmed.
Crystal, who now works with me, is my best friend, so she took me out for lunch at Norma's, which is one of our favorite restaurants and we had a blast.
We came back from lunch and there was a note and some flowers on my desk from Casey. The note just said "Happy Early Birfday Sweetheart. See You at 4:30" It was sweet of him to bring the flowers to work, but..... They were the same style flowers that we had given to a friend of ours for his birthday...as a gag gift. They have a green polka-dotted plastic wrapping and the flowers are the typical $4 mother's day special. A bunch of flowers that really don't belong together and are colors like pink, yellow, and lilac. He even left the tag on it: $3.88. I asked him later about it and he said Crystal told him not to get me roses. "Get her a nice big bouquet! Something besides roses. Get her like daisies or something." With that advise in my mind, the mother's day special is what he got me. I told him "just ask yourself "Is this something Adrienne would like"?
So I get the flowers at work, which I will state, was very sweet. Well after work he's 15 minutes late because he fell asleep on top of his cell phone so he didn't hear the alarm. Then we load up the car with the balloons and the leftover cake and the candle set and instead of going straight home to drop of my stuff, or me...we head to his work to pick up his paycheck and as we're on the way he tells me that the only Dairy Queen in Dallas that makes the icecream cakes (which is only things I asked for) is WAY out of the way so we're going to go there to pick it up after we get the check. We get all the way there and just as we're about to get there I ask "Did you spell the name out for them?" and Casey looks at me and says "I didn't know they could put names on them. I thought they were just pre-made cakes." Instead of having them make a cake especially for me he had just called to make sure they made them.
So when we get there, after stopping on the way to buy a cooler, they only have 3 cakes, two of which won't fit in the cooler. So we pick the one left and it happens to be a plain white cake with a chocolate brown border. Yeah, really festive for my birthday. So we pick the cake and give it to them to personalize and she hands us the piece of paper and a pen to write what we want on it. I tried to take it and Casey's like "No! I want to write what goes on your cake!" But I tell him "But I have the better handwriting..." He just keeps writing. So we sit down and just before we get our supper, because we're starving at this point, the cake comes out. It's written in the same chocolate brown stuff as the border and it's the worst hand-writing of all time. The guy who did it couldn't draw a straight line if his life depended on it so the whole thing is skewed and lop-sided and then he didn't leave enough room for "adrienne" so he barely squeezed the last 3 letters onto the cake, the last "E" is practically non-existent. So here's the lesson of this story. It was nice of Casey to do the 10 minutes of research to find the place but would you really want to spend 3 hours on your birthday weekend going to pick up your own cake and then get there and it's fugly to boot? I'm guessing the answer would be "no".
I had to talk to him about this whole thing because I just want him to understand my disappointment and how to fix it next time. I mean the whole reason I had even asked for ANYTHING specific this time is not because I'm selfish, but I kind of wanted him to make up for doing almost nothing for both our 1st anniversary AND valentines day. It's not the cake that matters, it's the time he would have spent to find out where they are, call ahead to order it, and then go pick it up without me knowing about it. Just like it's not the flowers that matter. It's the time he would have spent finding out which kind of flowers I liked, going to any floral section in any store and asking "Do I think she'd like these?" and when it doubt just asking the person at the floral counter for help. I just wanted a little bit more thought and effort. I didn't even tell people what I wanted for my birthday, first, because I didn't really know, and second, because I just want people to get me what they think I would like. I'll still be happy with whatever they get me. It truly is the thought that counts and I just felt like Casey wasn't thinking.
I hate to complain like this but if it prevents it from happening again then at least I've accomplished something.
Today is my 23rd birthday. I would usually be happy of this fact.....but today I'm not.
Yesterday started off great, I got to work 20 minutes late because the girl who comes in at 7AM to take over Casey's shift didn't show up until 7:45!
When I get there my desk looks like Birthday threw up on it. It was so sweet and cute. There were crepe paper streamers everywhere. They were hanging from the ceiling above my desk and then there were two mylar balloons on each corner of my desk. They had my stapler wrapped with streamers, my calculator, and my phone too. They had put little post it notes with silly things on them all over the place and there were watermelon jolly ranchers (my fave) all over the desk.
It was really sweet already, and then during our friday morning meeting Kristi, my new office manager came in with a cake with a ton of candles on it, and it was a marble cake which Crystal knew was my favorite. ON TOP OF THAT....they gave me a sweet card which they all signed and then a really cool candle set. I was so overwhelmed.
Crystal, who now works with me, is my best friend, so she took me out for lunch at Norma's, which is one of our favorite restaurants and we had a blast.
We came back from lunch and there was a note and some flowers on my desk from Casey. The note just said "Happy Early Birfday Sweetheart. See You at 4:30" It was sweet of him to bring the flowers to work, but..... They were the same style flowers that we had given to a friend of ours for his birthday...as a gag gift. They have a green polka-dotted plastic wrapping and the flowers are the typical $4 mother's day special. A bunch of flowers that really don't belong together and are colors like pink, yellow, and lilac. He even left the tag on it: $3.88. I asked him later about it and he said Crystal told him not to get me roses. "Get her a nice big bouquet! Something besides roses. Get her like daisies or something." With that advise in my mind, the mother's day special is what he got me. I told him "just ask yourself "Is this something Adrienne would like"?
So I get the flowers at work, which I will state, was very sweet. Well after work he's 15 minutes late because he fell asleep on top of his cell phone so he didn't hear the alarm. Then we load up the car with the balloons and the leftover cake and the candle set and instead of going straight home to drop of my stuff, or me...we head to his work to pick up his paycheck and as we're on the way he tells me that the only Dairy Queen in Dallas that makes the icecream cakes (which is only things I asked for) is WAY out of the way so we're going to go there to pick it up after we get the check. We get all the way there and just as we're about to get there I ask "Did you spell the name out for them?" and Casey looks at me and says "I didn't know they could put names on them. I thought they were just pre-made cakes." Instead of having them make a cake especially for me he had just called to make sure they made them.
So when we get there, after stopping on the way to buy a cooler, they only have 3 cakes, two of which won't fit in the cooler. So we pick the one left and it happens to be a plain white cake with a chocolate brown border. Yeah, really festive for my birthday. So we pick the cake and give it to them to personalize and she hands us the piece of paper and a pen to write what we want on it. I tried to take it and Casey's like "No! I want to write what goes on your cake!" But I tell him "But I have the better handwriting..." He just keeps writing. So we sit down and just before we get our supper, because we're starving at this point, the cake comes out. It's written in the same chocolate brown stuff as the border and it's the worst hand-writing of all time. The guy who did it couldn't draw a straight line if his life depended on it so the whole thing is skewed and lop-sided and then he didn't leave enough room for "adrienne" so he barely squeezed the last 3 letters onto the cake, the last "E" is practically non-existent. So here's the lesson of this story. It was nice of Casey to do the 10 minutes of research to find the place but would you really want to spend 3 hours on your birthday weekend going to pick up your own cake and then get there and it's fugly to boot? I'm guessing the answer would be "no".
I had to talk to him about this whole thing because I just want him to understand my disappointment and how to fix it next time. I mean the whole reason I had even asked for ANYTHING specific this time is not because I'm selfish, but I kind of wanted him to make up for doing almost nothing for both our 1st anniversary AND valentines day. It's not the cake that matters, it's the time he would have spent to find out where they are, call ahead to order it, and then go pick it up without me knowing about it. Just like it's not the flowers that matter. It's the time he would have spent finding out which kind of flowers I liked, going to any floral section in any store and asking "Do I think she'd like these?" and when it doubt just asking the person at the floral counter for help. I just wanted a little bit more thought and effort. I didn't even tell people what I wanted for my birthday, first, because I didn't really know, and second, because I just want people to get me what they think I would like. I'll still be happy with whatever they get me. It truly is the thought that counts and I just felt like Casey wasn't thinking.
I hate to complain like this but if it prevents it from happening again then at least I've accomplished something.