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birthday

By the time I stop letting idiots live in my head rent-free, the day is almost over. I feel like I've wasted my birthday allowing bullshit like work get me all wound up. At least I enjoyed some time with my family and Alicja, sharing some good food and some hearty laughs.

Turns out my Dad really likes ChatGPT's zingers when we asked him to roast us.

I received some cute, whimsy birthday cards and some beautiful gifts too – including a new furry friend, Rowan the Hare. My sister bought him for me and he's utterly adorable. I can't wait to get to know him better – from the little profile on his tag it sounds he's cut from the same rambunctious cloth as ol' Birchy.

I think my tenure at ███████ is getting a bit long in the tooth. If I'm shedding tears about it, especially on my birthday, I think it might just be high time to move on.

Driven to crying on my birthday, haha, you know what they say... C'est ma fête...

I came so close to saying fuck it all and, in a mad frenzy, burning all my bridges with work by texting my supervisor that I 'can't be arsed anymore', that I 'won't be coming in next week' and – on top of all that – that I think he's a 'low-life, chauvinistic crackhead' who would be doing us all a favour if he just 'fucked off forever'... ___ Tags:

#birthday #sad #lesliegore #itsmyparty #cestmafete #work #gifts #family #support

It's my birthday today and what better way to celebrate it than to have my supervisor message me out of the blue (despite it being my week off) asking me to call him...

Okay... Well my heart sank just reading that message.

I called him immediately and it sounded like he was in his car. “I'll call you back in about five mate. It's nothing bad.”

So I wait for a few minutes anxiously anticipating his call back.

After he calls, he begins to explain how the guy who takes me into work is leaving the company soon, since they secured a new job. Then my supervisor presses me about 'what my new arrangements to get in to work will look like.'

Okay, why couldn't this have waited until Monday? – Especially as I later found out the guy is leaving in a couple of weeks. It isn't like I'm stuck without a lift on Monday. Well actually, I don't know, since the colleague who gives me lifts didn't answer the message I dropped him at 11 o'clock this morning, asking to confirm if I'm good for a lift on Monday.

At this point I don't care. It's a farce. There's no way my supervisor didn't know it's my birthday today since it's the reason I booked this week off. There's also a document on the work intranet with everyone's birthdays on it. That, coupled with the fact he could have literally called me any other day this week tells me it was intentional. It was to demoralise me. If it wasn't, then he's done an exceptionally good job at doing so.

The last thing I needed today was my supervisor fretting about how I will get into work, when, I've already discussed it at length with not only him but also my manager – who was far more understanding about it anyway. So why is my supervisor fretting about it? This is essentially a non-issue that has been blown out of proportion... On my birthday... While I'm off work.

My supervisor didn't wish me a happy birthday at any point, either. It's soured my mood because I have that crap hanging over my head now. It was just a shitty reminder of what I have to look forward to when I go back.

At this point I feel like throwing in the towel and literally doing anything else. I can find something... Anything. As long as it isn't situated at the back of beyond like this job. The funny thing is that we are required to be in the office for two days a week. Not just that, this kind of work can easily be done (arguably more productively so) remotely... Full-time.

It all boils down to the element of control. That's all it is. That's all it ever was. ___ Tags:

#phonepost #birthday #work #blog #job #bullshit