So naturally, that means I have a lot to talk about. The day started with me treating my coworkers to 2.5 dozen cookies (2 dozen fresh, plus leftovers from Tuesday), but I should have known what making my birthday very public would entail. I got a lot of compliments for the cookies (Subway really hits the spot), and plenty of Happy Birthday declarations, plus questions about how old I'd be turning.
Then while I was guarding, the entire pool began singing Happy Birthday To You. I was more or less predicting that (It's the same group that caused the first embarrassment I talked about, after all), but I was hoping it'd be off the guard stand, because there I was, trying to do my job, while having completely broken down in laughter from my embarrassment, trying to cover my face up yet being forced to look through it. (Worse, I may have gotten a quick-check then. Certainly hope not, of course, and that my boss understands the circumstances behind the distraction.)
That was pretty bad, but later in the day, a bunch of summer camp kids came in...and as I was walking by to wristband them...they all simultaneously said "Happy Birthday". Because one of the people overlooking said summer camp kids is a coworker, who was there earlier. So that was certainly something.
I left the rest of the cookies there, with instructions to give leftovers to the front desk, so we'll see what comes of that later. After work, though, came a trip to Alfy's. If you don't know, that's a pizza place. Pretty good, albeit slightly expensive, pizza, a treat done maybe a few times a year at most, akin to trips to Denny's. My whole family was there, making it our family gathering for the week (because my parents are gone tomorrow, natch), but we could only stay there for an hour. It was a productive hour, I suppose, but not nearly long enough.
Then came round dancing. My sister almost embarrassed me again, but ultimately, much to my surprise, opted not to mention it. We did have a bit of fun with puns, though, in one of our conversations. (Basically, about a very poor segwey--I know I'm misspelling that but I can't figure out how to get it correct--into a Foxtrot called "Where and When", and I said, "Where and When did we discuss Foxtrot?", which led to a Hurricane Of Puns off of our playlist for the night.)
Soyeah, pretty good day, I'd say. Got to treat others, got some nice family time, and got to have some fun. About as good a day as I could have hoped for.
Then while I was guarding, the entire pool began singing Happy Birthday To You. I was more or less predicting that (It's the same group that caused the first embarrassment I talked about, after all), but I was hoping it'd be off the guard stand, because there I was, trying to do my job, while having completely broken down in laughter from my embarrassment, trying to cover my face up yet being forced to look through it. (Worse, I may have gotten a quick-check then. Certainly hope not, of course, and that my boss understands the circumstances behind the distraction.)
That was pretty bad, but later in the day, a bunch of summer camp kids came in...and as I was walking by to wristband them...they all simultaneously said "Happy Birthday". Because one of the people overlooking said summer camp kids is a coworker, who was there earlier. So that was certainly something.
I left the rest of the cookies there, with instructions to give leftovers to the front desk, so we'll see what comes of that later. After work, though, came a trip to Alfy's. If you don't know, that's a pizza place. Pretty good, albeit slightly expensive, pizza, a treat done maybe a few times a year at most, akin to trips to Denny's. My whole family was there, making it our family gathering for the week (because my parents are gone tomorrow, natch), but we could only stay there for an hour. It was a productive hour, I suppose, but not nearly long enough.
Then came round dancing. My sister almost embarrassed me again, but ultimately, much to my surprise, opted not to mention it. We did have a bit of fun with puns, though, in one of our conversations. (Basically, about a very poor segwey--I know I'm misspelling that but I can't figure out how to get it correct--into a Foxtrot called "Where and When", and I said, "Where and When did we discuss Foxtrot?", which led to a Hurricane Of Puns off of our playlist for the night.)
Soyeah, pretty good day, I'd say. Got to treat others, got some nice family time, and got to have some fun. About as good a day as I could have hoped for.
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