Posted by: Blue
It was my birthday a little over a week ago. I was working nights. I kept it quiet. My partner knew about it, but forgot to say anything on the day of (though in his defense, he remembered at around 0020 hrs the day after...) It passed without fanfare or notice, just how I was hoping it would.
Yesterday was JT's birthday. He's been milking it for the past two days, starting with humming "Happy Brithday" in the locker room (quietly at first, but then louder and louder until someone noticed). He did it again at morning briefing.
Over the past two days, he has extracted a "Happy Birthday" from every single complainant, accused, co-worker and outside agency personnel we have encountered. He also managed to get a free brownie for dessert at breakfast today, complete with a candle, and a free green tea at the coffee shop, courtesy of one of the paramedics in our district.
He has started announcing "It's my birth week" in a less than subtle way into almost every conversation he has.
It is stupid,selfish, childish, impish things like that which make the day go by with a lot of laughter and a lot of light-heartedness, even in difficult situations. That's why I love the big goof.
Happy Birthday, JT.
You're loveable and sickening all at once.