Eclipsing...

So, I had this brilliant idea that I would spend my birthday on a tropical island off the coast of Cairns basically because I could, it would get me out of work and I convinced myself I was worth the ferry trip over and a night in a cabin on the beach. Great idea right? Snorkelling, feeding fish, swimming and basically doing stuff all. So I went to book it on line. Guess what? That bloody Solar Eclipse is on at the same time in November and Cairns and Far North Queensland is the best place to be to experience it. Apparently, my birthday is second best to a cosmic occurrence. Puts me in my place don’t it?  

No birthday cake for you!

So, the other day at work it was someone’s birthday and we forgot or didn’t know and everyone looked at me and I said what? They had this half arsed theory that I should have known because Tinkerbell, who used to be in my place and lasted two seconds before scarpering after doing a crap job, used to have a list of birthdays and she would produce cakes for these occasions and I expect people oohed and ahhed in appreciation. The question was then asked of me, had I made up a birthday list with the names of the people – who range in age from 25 to 50 – for birthdays. No. Was I going to? No. Why? Because frankly I’ll forget, I have other stuff to do – let’s face it if I have time to stuff around with a birthday list I’d rather use that on the work internet for personal business - and basically you’re all grown ups. I did advise that I was happy for someone else to make a list and take Tinkerbell’s place. This apparently ruins the surprise. How I’m not sure but I did point out that forgetting and not getting a cake was also a surprise so maybe we continue with that tradition. On further questioning I discovered that no one really cared whose birthday it was as long as they got something to eat. Ah. Of course. Offices – hot beds of intrigue? No – just greedy people sitting on their arses and contemplating what to eat next. No surprise there.