He just returned from a six day vacation; a full week plus Monday. Like me, he hates making a big deal about his birthdays. Which was yesterday. While I fully support not working on one's birthday (assuming you've got the time), it really was quite futile to think he was getting out of any hoopla.
Why I'm not sure, but the theme for his desk was Alice in Wonderland, specifically The [Mad] Hatter. I really do need to ask around as to the why.
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “what’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
I saw a group of folks started to decorate as I walked out. I really wish I'd made the connection yesterday, but my brain was just too fried from the whole farce. It would have been glorious to drive home with a song in my head:
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
At the end of the day, though, everything's worked itself out. I made a call, trying to honor everyone's intentions. Y'know, just using reasonable steps. My boss signed off on it, and all should theoretically be good with the world. For now.
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