I love birthdays. Not so much because it means I’m a year older (that’s the downside), but it’s the one day a year when I get to feel special. I try to downplay my birthday a little, but I really do love it when people wish me happy birthday or when I get presents.
I had to work on my birthday this year. It was a bad day, actually. I felt like nothing was going my way all day, so I was really stressed out. I also didn’t tell anyone at work about my birthday because I was hoping my friend/boss would remember (I remember his birthday every year and he always forgets mine).
At the end of the day, after my daily meeting with him, my friend/boss said he had to take me out for a snack. When I asked him why, he said because it was my birthday! I thought he remembered, but actually someone tipped him off (but he wouldn’t tell me who). Either way, it was nice. He took me out for a small snack and some boba tea before I went home. At least the day ended better than it started.
