Yesterday was not my anniversary with my ex. It was supposed to be, and yet it wasn’t. I’m using “it” freely and I dislike it.
Anyway, I had my little crying spell once I got home from work. Then I got busy helping my landlady fudge numbers on an excel spreadsheet so her clients would buy her product – I don’t feel bad about fudging her numbers either. The customer should do their own comparisons. This is a dog-eat-dog world. Blah, blah, blah.
Today I received a card in the mail from the agency I work for. The card has an orchid on the front with “Happy Anniversary” scrawled in pretty lettering. I was confused for a second until I remembered that January is
also my employment anniversary month. Oh yeah. You’re not giving me a tasteless happy-anniversary-even-though-you’re-painfully-single card. You’re giving me a card because I have been working here for an entire year. Yay me.
Really, I love my job. I truly enjoy the work I do here. I’m just not in the mood for anniversary reminders at this moment in time.