Happy Birthday to me!

I went to work today. For three hours, on my birthday, what was supposed to be my day off, I went into work. I did it for him. For N. I want him to see my dedication. Yes, I don't like my job. I'm smarter then my job. I outgrew it after my three months of training. But this doesn't mean my commitment and dedication leaves my work. I take pride in my work. I want to do it well, even thought I can't say that I enjoy it or even like it. N and I always have fun, though. We laugh and tease each other, while getting work done. It's probably the best working relationship I've had in a long time. I just wish we could actually BECOME involved.

My ex rang at about 10am. He'd come over, so I left work to join him. Bless the wonderful man. He'd done the dishes, cleaned my kitchen, organized my house and stayed all day with my family. Most of my family were here. My sister and cousin couldn't make it, but that's alright. My ex served food, found drinks, moved chairs, took plates away and was just amazing. He made me laugh and was a darling.

R rang and left the funniest message this morning. I unfortunately missed his call, but it started with 'g'day you gorgeous, sexy, young 28 year old'. He always makes me laugh, that man. I love him to death. I'll get to see him this weekend. I'm a little apprehensive and nervous, but I know it will be great fun. Our time together always is.

So, that's my birthday for 2008. If my Dad were here, it would have been perfect. Well, almost perfect. If my ex actually loved me back and we were together again as partners, then it would have been perfect.

I love you, Dad.