Birthday Boy

Well, my birthday has arrived, and is well on it's way to being over already. This is probably the worst one ever, which is pretty damn bad, even by my standards.

So, far, I've got one card, and 2 text messages. I was proved wrong in my guess that nobody would remember. In actual fact one person remembered (the text messages were from my Dad and my sister). She's someone I work with, and although I've known her since we were at college (nearly 8 years ago now), I didn't actually realise that she knew it was my birthday. I wanted to go through and ignore my birthday, and just deal with in my own way, and quietly feel sorry for myself until it was over. This is why I hadn't told anyone that it was coming up. I didn't even tell my friends, my flatmate, nobody.

However, my team knows now, as this girl put a card on my desk. I really didn't want the people I work with to know, cos not only do they want cakes today - (it's tradition that the person with the birthday buys the cakes), but they keep asking questions, like "what are you doing tonight?" or "what did you get for your birthday?".

I don't want to answer any questions, cos then I'll have to explain why I'm not going out or getting drunk, why I didn't get anything from anybody (apart from the aforementioned texts and card). I've avoided it so far by being rude and avoiding eye contact.

I actually tried blatently lying, and denying that it was my birthday at all, but it didn't work and nobody believed me.

Still the one good thing about today is that I didn't start work until 10:15 (I work flexi-time), and I'm going home at 4pm. I'm writing this from work, thus wasting more time. I only have 10 minutes left, and I'm sure I can waste that by going for a piss and getting my motorbike leathers on.