"This is what happens when you don't want a party."
So, I took off work yesterday.
We are given a birthday day off and I took it yesterday.
This morning, I arrived to this:
As I'm not sure you will comprehend the magnitude of this, I can further illustrate.
On Friday I told my boss that I would not be in on Monday.
Because it's your birthday? he asked.
Our birthdays have never been discussed before this year. Before I arranged a surprise party for his birthday last month.
I explained that I was taking the day because he would be out of the office and, I supposed, because I could, because we are offered our birthdays off.
He called me later that day and asked me to leave our office door unlocked. Said he wanted to come in in the afternoon, after we had closed to catch up on some paperwork.
It wasn't an unusual request. I left the door unlocked.
This morning I arrived...
and was overwhelmed.
My office had been "foiled."
Every. Single. Thing. Every piece of paper. Every pushpin, every pencil. Foiled.
It was brilliant.
It was blinding.
It took my dear friends C and D over three hours to accomplish this
and they had the balls to take pictures of themselves afterward.
On my desk was a package, wrapped in foil, with a black ribbon. Inside, a beautiful little glass box with a ball of foil in it, with a note in that, which read: This is what happens when you don't want a party.
I adore it.
Though, by three o'clock I had a wee little headache from the glare.
I can only exclaim what each of us has said upon occasion about the place where we work: how lucky am I?
As for my boss, the big fat liar, he brought me a beautiful hand-thrown bowl. It's gorgeous.
We are given a birthday day off and I took it yesterday.
This morning, I arrived to this:
As I'm not sure you will comprehend the magnitude of this, I can further illustrate.
On Friday I told my boss that I would not be in on Monday.
Because it's your birthday? he asked.
Our birthdays have never been discussed before this year. Before I arranged a surprise party for his birthday last month.
I explained that I was taking the day because he would be out of the office and, I supposed, because I could, because we are offered our birthdays off.
He called me later that day and asked me to leave our office door unlocked. Said he wanted to come in in the afternoon, after we had closed to catch up on some paperwork.
It wasn't an unusual request. I left the door unlocked.
This morning I arrived...
and was overwhelmed.
My office had been "foiled."
Every. Single. Thing. Every piece of paper. Every pushpin, every pencil. Foiled.
It was brilliant.
It was blinding.
It took my dear friends C and D over three hours to accomplish this
and they had the balls to take pictures of themselves afterward.
On my desk was a package, wrapped in foil, with a black ribbon. Inside, a beautiful little glass box with a ball of foil in it, with a note in that, which read: This is what happens when you don't want a party.
I adore it.
Though, by three o'clock I had a wee little headache from the glare.
I can only exclaim what each of us has said upon occasion about the place where we work: how lucky am I?
As for my boss, the big fat liar, he brought me a beautiful hand-thrown bowl. It's gorgeous.
Comments
You're very lucky to work with people who care so much about you.
AND, its recyclable!
This is so great!
I used to work for people who did this for anyone who reached a decade birthday - people would come in to find their cubicle filled up 4 ft tall with shredded paper. Or find their office had been turned into a beach, complete with sand and filled kiddie pool (with desk chair in the pool).
Enjoy your friends
Just as we could smell the dust and tweed hats in Alice's post, I can hear the crinkly horror and tearing sounds from yours. Ugh.
How alarming - where does one GET that much foil?
E x
ErinH
wv=forls
I am starting to be a wee bit jealous ...
I never dreamed it was YOUR office, and your FRIENDS had done it! Brilliant. Hilarious, and brilliant.
Happy birthday, dear one.