I’m here sitting in my office, hammering away on a report and wishing I was taking a crunk day to play catch-up when I get ambushed by the director and assistant director of the department with an armful of balloons and some cookies.

“Happy birthday!” they scream.

“Umm…thanks…but it was in March.”

“March?”

“Yeah. The 18th.”

“Are you sure? Because I checked my calendar.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know my own birthday is on the 18th of March, no question.”

“Well my calendar says May 19th,” says the yes-man assistant director.

“It’s March 18th.”

“Are you sure?” the director asks again. I really don’t feel like dealing with these simple ass folks today.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

They walk off, mumbling to themselves something about misplaced recurrences in Outlook, not realizing how idiotic they look running up on someone trying to deliver birthday wishes when it’s not their birthday.

To make it even worse, they didn’t even leave the cookies.

I think I’ll be taking that crunk day after lunch.