My yearly "State of Miguel Address"
Today I am 26.
It's 9:46 pm. I'm posting from my desk at work. I've been here since 7am, minus 45 minutes to go and pick up a repaired washing machine.
This year's birthday had plenty of surprises. Lots of people told me happy birthday.
Everyone at work seemed to have something to say. Some pleasent gesture.
It really was a great birthday. At least at work... which is where I've found myself all day.
Dad was the first to tell me Happy B-Day in a phone call at 6:30 am. I woke up late at 6:25 and was late picking Mickey up. We clocked in at 7 luckily.
Patti threw confetti on me.
inspite of the high turn out...
it's prolly been the sadest... and I'm ready to be on with tomorrow.
and to not be here...
at work...
working.
Away from everything else I would rather be doing.
And not in a "woe is me, I work too much" kind of way. You all should know me better than to be the type to complain about something.
Just today.
My new tattoo doesn't hurt anymore BTW.
It's 9:46 pm. I'm posting from my desk at work. I've been here since 7am, minus 45 minutes to go and pick up a repaired washing machine.
This year's birthday had plenty of surprises. Lots of people told me happy birthday.
Everyone at work seemed to have something to say. Some pleasent gesture.
It really was a great birthday. At least at work... which is where I've found myself all day.
Dad was the first to tell me Happy B-Day in a phone call at 6:30 am. I woke up late at 6:25 and was late picking Mickey up. We clocked in at 7 luckily.
Patti threw confetti on me.
inspite of the high turn out...
it's prolly been the sadest... and I'm ready to be on with tomorrow.
and to not be here...
at work...
working.
Away from everything else I would rather be doing.
And not in a "woe is me, I work too much" kind of way. You all should know me better than to be the type to complain about something.
Just today.
My new tattoo doesn't hurt anymore BTW.