Happy Birthday to me,
Why am I still working?
No happy birthday for me.”
I think it should be a federal law that people don’t go to work on their birthday. I mean, if the company they work for is too cheap budget conscious to pay them for the time off – it doesn’t have to be a paid holiday.
Of course, I’m really whining about this because it has been many years since I have had to work on my birthday. Since I work for the school district, most years my annual celebration of the day I was born is quite often during the winter break. This year, most of our two-week break falls after the actual holiday, rather than before.
I think that giving a person their birthday off from work shows great appreciation. Even someone who makes minimum wage can’t complain if they get to stay home on their birthday. It would be even better if they got paid!
When we reach a certain age, there aren’t many things we desire for our birthdays. The fact that we aren’t cooking dinner is a given (that is indeed a hint, dearest men of mine). It’s understandable that very few people send us cards or texts or gifts. Life is busy. We may have forgotten their birthday, too.
Let’s face it, there comes a point when we stop counting these yearly occurrences. Maybe I should say we stop increasing the number associated with them. It isn’t because I’m old and forgetful that I really have to stop and think how old I’ll be today. I JUST DON’T CARE!
You know I’m going to include another one of my polls with this post. Are there really people out there who don’t think every person in the world is entitled to a day off on their birthday?