I never thought this would be a problem...

because I never thought I'd still be working here on my birthday. Still, I am, and nowthey've done the usual. Gone round, collected 2 quid each, and bought me a card and something nice.

They got me cash. On the one hand, this is a good thing negotiable currency is the most useful thing they could have got me. On the other.... is there so little imagination, so little surety in their knowledge of my tastes, that they couldn't even get me vouchers or booze in the confidence I'd like it?

I know, I know, the world was not made for me, and that I exist as that point towards the end of the normal distribution, but it isn't nice to have it reinforced.

and in the less self-centred part of my brain

Thanks doctor bob, and becky, and fluffy, and everyone else.