Today I made myself obnoxious. I said to my favourite customers, "It's my birthday!" at random, because it is, and I could, and plus, no one else was telling them. I would have liked my colleagues to have slipped everybody a secret memo while I was off this weekend, celebrating my birthday before the fact, so that everyone would have wished me a happy birthday this morning. Well, I mean, I did get up at 3.45 for them all. I don't think they would begrudge me a tiny little birthday wish.
But my colleagues clearly hadn't thought this far ahead, so I had to announce it to everyone myself. Natasha-the-Mother-of-Three said, "Happy birthday! But if you're going to announce your birthday, you also have to announce your age." She was pretty insistent on this point, so at last I did, but not as loudly. One of the Three apparently exclaimed to her afterwards, "Wow! I thought she was 21!" Which was gratifying, if a little lacking in discernment.
Manager-Hillarie helped get the news out a little later by buying me a cookie-cake (as she does for people who are getting older in our store--which would be everybody), putting candles on it, and singing loudly to me in front of all assembled. After I punched out for the day, I sat at the bar for 20 minutes, eating frosted, half-baked cookie and reading the leftover Sunday comics. I could tell that I hadn't read any in a while because they all actually seemed funny.
My friend Brooks, who is considerably younger than I and also male, so one wouldn't necessarily expect him to remember things like this (sorry, but one wouldn't), gave me a mix CD yesterday. Plus another CD on which he features. And I had a nice chat on the phone with my long-distance parents. I will be talking to my brother and sister-in-law on the phone, too, in about two hours, and some time after that getting a glass of something not-joe with Cupppajojo who comments on here from time to time. Tomorrow I have the day off.
Also, it's really sunny outside and I'm about to go for a walk.
It really is a happy birthday.