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:

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