The first thing I plot when I get my new planner, or at least remember when it's that month of the year already, is MY birthday. It's something I look forward to the most, and I spend it wisely, happily, like it's the last day here on earth.
So, yeah.
What baffles me when I greeted someone during their birthday is the answer, "Oh, it's my birthday tomorrow? Shoot, I forgot; so busy lately. Thanks for reminding me." Or something along that line.
Seriously? Forgetting your birthday? And the tone of her reply seemed like it was just an ordinary day, like a photoshoot, or a cosplay event, or a dinner that you forgot to plot on your planner. Excuse me while I hit the bucket.
Haha, not to be rude or anything, but that's just messed up. It sounds pretty boastful or whacked. For me, at least. I mean, somehow you should know the date of the year it is already, since you're working as an assistant to a boss (who you say is rude, BTW). Aren't you supposed to keep track of what activities for the day would be? And if I may be allowed to say, forgetting your own birthday sounds a little ungrateful. In truth, I shouldn't be greeting you, but your mother. And if truth be told, YOU should be thanking your mom for giving birth to you. For all we know, she has the capability to not to give birth to you, 'specially if she's calloused. It's so easy to kill a helpless you inside her womb, you know? All it takes is a little pill or a pair of forceps and then you're gone in a snap. (Although, sadly, such a thing doesn't exist here, if you know what I mean.)
Bottomline, don't give me that shit oh-I-forgot-it's-my-birthday thing. It makes me sick. Oh, I mean, makes me want to strangle you to death. God, take a look at yourself, woman.
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