My new thing of the week was turning 29 as I’ve not done this before. And another new thing was working on my birthday….. I’m pretty damn sure I’ve not done this before (because I was sensible all the other years it seems).
So at some point in week 3 of my lovely new 2014 year (that everyone else is experiencing also cos we’re all on the same year here) I became 29. To be more specific (because it is relevant to the lesson) it was on a Monday or as I frequently like to rename it MOANday.
Anyway it was Monday. It was my birthday and I made a massive schoolboy error. I went to work. What the HELL was wrong with me to think that working on a Monday on MY Birthday was going to be ok?
Birthdays. Are. Not. For. Working.
Especially when the universe hands you a Monday one. Pfft.
I had reasons for not booking leave. And they were all reasonable and valid on all the days that weren’t my birthday. But come the day…. all these reasons were hugely freaking rubbish.
1 - I don’t have much leave left as I’ve booked a chunk to go to Cuba at the end of the month….. note I didn’t have MUCH leave left….but I did have leave? So it wasn’t like I HAD to go to work.
2. Adam was at work so I’d have spent the day on my own….HELLO!!?? Catching up on Real Housewives of Orange County/Beverley Hills/Miami/
Coventry/Vancouver. A whole day of it. A whole day of rotting my brain but wishing I was Lisa Vanderpump. It would have been a fabulous day.
3. I have a lot of work to get through before Cuba and can’t afford a day off This was a lie. I’m not that busy. I could have just done it on Tuesday.
So all in all this was a fail. And I had an average day at work. And I forgot it was my own birthday. As an adult (and having already had a wedding when you are totally the centre of attention….
whether you like it or not….) you don’t get to do what the frig you want on a day very often.And if I want to sit on my fat ass all afternoon alone watching vacuous manicured women argue over who is jewish and who is not (Nasty Jodie RH of Vancouver) then I bleeding well will. And so in the future…. I vow to keep myself happy and merry and I will NEVER EVER AGAIN work on my birthday. Lesson learnt.
(P.S. my day got way better once I left work as I went to my Nans and had fish and chips for tea. Nice)