HAPPY
BERFDAY
TO
ME
!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep... another year older. Not one whit wiser. You would think I would know by now to keep my mouth shut, right? I mean, after all these years.

But NOOOOOOOO!! I have to go and tell people and remind them that today is my birthday, right?


So what do I see when I come in to the office?

Signs.

Everywhere.

With large numbers on them.

With my age on them.

in BIG. BOLD. NUMBERS.

On the front door. Along the hallway. On the men's room door. On the ladies room door - I suppose in case I am so old that I forget which one I am SUPPOSED to use? On the hallway to my cube. All over my cube. On my monitors. On the keyboard. On my desk chair.

Oh, poor Robert Redford is crying over the trees used in celebrating my berfday....

Very nice. Thanks go to S* and P*, I'm sure.

Of course, now I have to waddle around the office all day and listen to "old man" jokes - you know the kind:

• they'll yell to you to "make sure you can hear them"
• they'll ask if you need any help with the restroom - "did you wear your Depends today?"
• Naturally there will be some emails concerning Viagra, just to make sure I didn't lose that "oomph" in my life
• And they'll ask me about my age as in the number of digits instead of years - have you rolled over yet?

Ahh, I just "LOVE" my coworkers.

Here's how I'm feeling about it all right now:

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