Feb 20, 2008 03:23
I was a bit non plused about my birthday. I worked today to give myself extra hours. I noticed something a bit interesting. When someone works on their birthday, the company buys that individual a cake, a big birthday card with everyones warm signatures and messages and either a gift card or a huge set of balloons. Call me a big kid but I didn't get any of that crap! And whats funny is that on several occassions, I actually got the cake, got the balloons and got the card, even came in through the back door of my store for my colleagues so that way I can make it an extra special surprise. I didn't get any of that. It felt kind of empty and if it wasn't for the fact that I will not be at work for the next 6.5 days, I wouldve been screwed faced the entire day. That was my boiling point and made me realize how disliked I am by the people I work for and work with. Behind the smile of a glowing co worker was the broken heart of a disgruntled worker.
On a flip side my grandmother managed to make me cry. She called me the exact minute of my birth and left the absolute sweetest manage. If anyone wants to know what my grandmother like she is a mix between Esther from Sanford & Son and Spongebob Squarepants' grandmother in the episode when she visits the Yellow Sponge. She is a mix of Sugar, Spice and everything Comedy Central unedited. That made my birthday a bit more enjoyable.
I decided not to do anything extra special or extravagant because well, I wasnt in the mood to be dissapointed. Anyone why knows anything about my birthday last year should know what I mean by well...dissapointments. I just wanted to not have to try to plan anything, I didn't want to have to shell out unnecessary $$$$$$ for people to enjoy my day if im going to be stuck with a bill that I dont want to pay or a mess that I don't want to clean up. I needed to finally enjoy me and I haven't done that in a very long time. I don't appreciate myself enough and most of all I need to learn to take better care of myself. I'm getting there though.
I purposely decided not to remind people with blatant clues, voicemails or texts about my birthday. Two of my friends Anatolli and Dreshawn told me that the people that care are the ones that will call you or wish you a Happy Birthday. The ones that don't...DROP 'EM! I intend to do that eventually. Until then, I am going to enjoy my vacation to Miami.