Happy Birthday to me. I went to work and attended a meeting on, “What we should be doing in our group,” which so incensed my co-worker that he told a complete stranger how useless we all were. Nothing new there, just more confirmation that I’m not the only one who is frustrated and wanting to leave the group if not Megacorp in general.
I was told to go to the Rogue Brewery on my birthday and score lots of swag. A yard of beer, a glass, and a t-shirt. What I got is bupkis. I got to drive around for five minutes and park eight blocks away for my trouble and sit in a smoke-filled bar. Well, Dave the Trainer and I did get to eat Kobe beef hamburgers and the beer was good and he bought my birthday dinner. But the initial disappointment was hard to overcome. I was looking forward to my swag for several weeks.
My sister came through with a weird mini-speaker for my iPod that isn’t very loud, and a mini-carrot-cake! She didn’t even steal a slice before delivery.
I also found out that I should probably avoid drinking for a while. I’m generally a happy drunk but all I could think of is how much I hated my current job. I even called my sister to complain (about the job and the lack of birthday swag). So, even though I’m supposed to go on a pub crawl tomorrow and to a bar on Saturday for my ex-girlfriend’s birthday, I may not be drinking at all. Well, nothing alcoholic anyway. I may reconsider tomorrow.