Yep, another year older. I've never really been all that concerned with age, so it's no big deal. As I was thinking about birthdays, I couldn't help but remember what my co-workers and staff did for (TO) me to help me celebrate a couple of them.
Check this out:
This was what happened to my cubicle when I left for TWO HOURS to go to a meeting. A whole bunch of my co-workers planned the whole thing. Several rolls of aluminum foil went into this. It took me quite awhile to unwrap. Every pencil, ink pen, notebook, piece of paper, EVERYTHING in my cubicle was wrapped in aluminum foil. Well, everything except my volleyball trophies, which they left alone.
Here's another view, with a peek at one of the culprits (who's pretending to work).
So. You'd think they'd leave me alone the next year, right? Noooooooooooo.
By the next year I was in an office. With four walls. And I had a staff. A wonderfully silly bunch of people who decided that my birthday needed to be celebrated again.
This time they made a weekend event of it. There were spouses and children involved in the "decoration" of my new office. You see, not only did they decorate it; but they actually MOVED all my stuff (and I had a LOT of stuff) from one office to another. I had just been assigned the new space, and they were nice enough to take care of the move for me. On a Sunday afternoon.
And after they moved all my stuff, they proceeded to blow up more than 1000 BALLOONS and fill my new office from the floor to the top of the walls. I couldn't find any great pictures of that, but here you can have a glimpse of what I found. Three hours later, and many many many pops later, the balloons were gone. Except for the balloon shrapnel that was left all over the place.
And the glitter.
One of my staff decided it would be fun if he put glitter in some of the balloons. Do you know what happens when you pop a glitter-filled balloon? Try it.
No aluminum foil this year. No balloons.
Sometimes I miss the people with whom I used to work. Funny thing is that I NEVER miss working.