One of One Hundred Things

Wednesday was my birthday.  September 19.  That makes me a Virgo and usually if you read the characteristics of a Virgo, that's pretty much me.  I am feeling particularly old this year and so I haven't really made much of a fuss of things.  I took the week of work off because it always seems like a dreadful thought to be at work on my birthday.  You know, the well wishes from people who see your desk all decorated and feel obligated to talk to you but on any other day, they barely manage a smile when they pass you in the hall.  What is it about ballons that somehow make people seem more approachable?  (But I'll leave the "approachability" subject for another of the 100 things)

Since I was taking the week off, my desk got the decorations on Friday.  And while I did have perfect strangers asking me about what I was going to be doing on my vacation (I think I was sufficiently vague), it was nice that the few people I consider friends did something for me.  Some of them pooled some money together and gave me a Visa gift card and it was rather nice (it will be paying for my massage on Saturday at Glen Ivy Spa).  These of course are not part of the obligatory well wishers mentioned in the previous paragraph.  These are the few that actually know me well enough to not have put little pieces of confetti all over my desk and I truly appreciate that.

I think I also got more phone calls on this birthday than any other before and that's always nice.  Jessica and Barbrah even sang to me on the phone.  My friend Angela went so far as to say the dreaded number in her phone message and I could hear the cringe in her voice as she said it - that's because she knows she's right behind me. 

All in all, it was a good September 19th. 

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