I had an epiphany today.  Not really, I just wanted to be dramatic.  But the point that I will never be successful in this life was once again made perfectly manifest.  When I helped my brother and sister-in-law move to Wyoming we passed six hitchhikers that were only wearing cowboy hats and boots.  Just like then, I saw things today that, as Curly Sue said, made me want to lose my belly.  I just can’t play the game and so, I will never be a success in this life.

Friday at work I noticed “National Boss Day” was Sunday.  But the thought started and died right there.  Once I left work, I didn’t I didn’t think of the office nor my boss all weekend.  I know, I’m a horrible employee.  When I got to work this morning, I noticed the calendar again. 

“Dang me,” I thought.  “I forgot to get a card.”  Then I thought maybe I could make one and print it.  It would be cute like a child’s homemade card to a parent.   

Before I could ask my officemate if she wanted to help me our boss walked in.  She thanked my officemate for the lovely card and gave her a shoulder hug.  My officemate waved it off and then, oh yes, it gets better, she said, “You’re just so underappreciated here.”  That’s when my breakfast almost revisited me.  And so, I made a mature decision on the spot, to ignore both of them for the rest of the day and I put my earphones in.

I cannot play the game.  I choose not to play the game.  First of all, is it really necessary to have a day set aside for the people I spend 40 hours a week with?  Who came up with this remembrance day, anyway?  I think it was the CEO’s of Hallmark.  Not only did they get another day people rush to get a card (genius) but they also get their own egos stroked (double genius).  

But I digress.  I should be taking notes of how to ingratiate myself as my officemate has done.  Instead, I roll my eyes like a teenage girl after she’s given a curfew.  I won’t play the game.