21 years ago today, I stood next to a copy machine at my first real job in Parsippany, NJ. I made $18K/year as an editorial assistant and I spent about 9 months there before starting my career in NYC, where I still work today.
I just started. Nobody really even knew my name yet, let alone that it was my birthday. On that day in 1995, between collating and stapling and the overwhelming stink of toner, I vowed never, ever to work on my birthday again.
I was like the Scarlet O'Hara of the Xerox room.
After all, being a summer baby, I was used to not going to school on my bday. I was used to not doing ANYTHING on my bday. It was a day of relaxing!
Now that I was a working girl (in the non-hooker way), it should be no different. I declared it a national holiday.
And I never, ever, EVER worked on my birthday again.
Today, I find myself in Los Angeles about to kick off a huge event that we've been planning for the past 8 months. If you squint and look really, really hard, you can see the Hollywood sign in the mountains. That's the view from my hotel in downtown LA.
Since we're in Tinsel Town, of course there will be a few celebs at our event. The most notable rhymes with Tim Tardashian. Should be fun! You can follow along here on Friday & Saturday.
And tonight, my sweet and amazing team is taking me to dinner for Mexican. So if my 22 year old self knew that my 43 year old self could have a work birthday like this, she might have looked more kindly on birthday workdays.
Still, next year, I think I'll go back to taking the day off. I can try this all again in another 21 years when I'm 64.
Oy. That's depressing.
Pass me some cake!
Do YOU work on your birthday? Give me some tips in the comments below...