It's my birthday and with my big girl pants on I have not scheduled a day off but have come into work with the view that it is a normal day, like any other. I am officially grown up and mature... except I have the tolerance of knat. I get this lack of composure from my father, who is so soft of heart that he cries at the mere mention of anything sentimental. It is because of this defective gene that I have cried three times at work today already and it's only 12.45.
The first instance was when my lovely colleagues surprised me with a birthday cake. The second when my best friend came in with a present and a bunch of flowers and just now, when Vic, my lovely work colleague presented me with a ceramic heart with a big Thank You on. Unfortunately, on all of these occasions I was in the public part of the shop and cafe and not safely tucked away, out the back. Customers of The Boundary now think that the employment conditions here are so bad that it sends members of staff into blubbering wrecks who have mascara running down their face in a very unattractive manner.
Still.. least I'm a grown up and acting with sophistication and decorum, eh?
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