And suddenly, somehow, it is only two days until my birthday!
The celebrations started today really. Ted and Beryl had us over for lunch and Beryl baked me a massive cake full of digestives, Maltesers and caramel icing. I took one bite and could feel my teeth falling apart from the sugar.
I decided not to book Tuesday or Wednesday off work. I’m being terribly mature and managerial and thinking it might be a bit unfair on the staff if I take some days off for birthday-related alcohol intake when I’ve only been there a couple of months. I have no intention of guaranteeing everyone else a day off on their big day so I don’t see why I should be allowed to take advantage of my position and do something that I won’t be letting them do.
Or maybe I should say I’ll give everyone their birthday off. That’ll be more popularity points for me as their boss. And it means I get to celebrate properly this Tuesday. Trouble is I can see it being a problem logistically. Rotas are enough of a nightmare already without bringing in difficulties of my own creation.
Hang on - why am I tying myself up in knots about a work issue on a Sunday evening?
I’m going to go and watch ‘Foyle’s War’ and drink brandy.
RC 18-1-15
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