Hump Day

Today is Wednesday and the big move day. Well, the start of it anyways. All empty desks and computer are to be taken out of the office and to the warehouse or upstairs so that we can prepare for the floor lifting. All cabinets need to be emptied out so that they can be carted out with the pallet jack and dolly. Now, the rest of the office seems to grasp this. The little office Kelly and I sit in, has had no sense of moving. Not even a single binder removed from the shelves and put in a labeled box. I guess they’re not worried.

My birthday is in 2 weeks and 1 day. Now, I realize most people don’t mention their birthdays at all but usually, I celebrate it. Shout it from the mountains, celebrate. Last year I took over poor Ron’s calendar and made a big countdown followed by happy balloons and martini glasses drawn on the magical day of April 1. Since this calendar hung behind the counter, all customers saw it as well. I think anyone remotely involved with me on any level knew about my upcoming birthday. I was so excited. It’s my day!! My one day!! Everyone I worked with even surprised me a cake and ice cream. They used to celebrate birthdays but stopped then made an exception just for me. It was a great day!!! We won’t get into all of the jokes everyone played on me that day also. It just goes with the territory of having your birthday on April Fool’s Day.

But this year, I’m not as excited. My friends aren’t as close by. Tabatha (whose birthday is 2 days after mine) isn’t even all that excited. When the pond splits the fun duo it is just less fun (and tax season, that’s always a dampener for an accountant). I’m not sure how many people here even know my birthday is coming up. I am also perplexed by the traditions here. Another lady at work had her birthday not too long ago and there was tart, which was fantastic. But did she bring her own tart? I think so. That’s fine; I just have no idea where to get amazing tart from. I could probably ask, but I just don’t have that fun, close personal relationship with people here. Not like the ones I made the people of Colorado develop with me. It’s alright though, you can’t win them all.

It is a real possibility, though, that I will be heading to Barcelona on the first or second depending on how airfare goes. So, celebrating my 24th birthday in Barcelona isn’t really a reason to be sad and depressed about the lack of total excitement for my birthday. It’s actually a reason to start celebrating! Kelly and I are both dying to go, but for some reason neither of us can get really PUMPED about it and book it. We also need a European mailing address to be able to buy cheap tickets online, so it’s dependent on the bank account I’m opening tomorrow. Hopefully, we’ll get it booked this weekend or next week and be able to blog about an amazing 4 days there and now how we got robbed. That’s our other concern.

Time to get moving…it appears this mission is in full force with the rest of the office. I guess I should try and help somewhere!