Apparently, I care about my birthday a bit more than I thought….because this last one sucked _completely_.  A horrible week at work, that is continuing on this week…and I did nothing for my birthday.  Most of the people I hang out with already had plans.  There were also other circumstances that led to the day sucking even moreso.

The work situation? Isn’t showing any glimpse of changing any time soon..

You’d think if you said the following to your boss, he’d be concerned and talk to you about it:

Me: Why are they asking you about this? Are they afraid to ask me about this?
Him: Yep, they are afraid you’ll yell at them
Me: Trust me, I won’t yell.  I’m beyond yelling at this point.  I’m resigned to my place in this group.
(Note: It’s not yelling, but apparently, they have virgin ears and immediately assume the use of the word "fuck" in any incarnation even once indicates yelling.  They’ve apparently never been to Boston or NYC.)

It doesn’t help, that I keep seeing the "aftermath" footage of hurricane gustav, and the prep for Hanna…and think "God, I’d give ANYTHING to be there, dealing with that."  Yes, I’m disappointed I didn’t get called up to go south to help out…and NO it doesn’t give me "joy" to see the devastation that these people have experienced.  It’s just, shit happens, period.  I just wanna be there to deal with the shit when it happens.