I spend the year planning parties and treats for my co-workers, so when my birthday rolled around last week I wasn’t sure what to expect in return.
In the past they’ve built me a Tardis (or most of one, until they were told to stop using up all the blue ink in the printers), they had a bunch of people bake a table-load of desserts, and one time they gave me a dozen birthday cards, all with loving messages (forged, but loving) from my favorite celebrity crushes.
This year I walked into an office full of Benedict Cumberbatch. Not just around my desk, but in hallways, elevators, the kitchen area, conference rooms and even the women’s bathroom, there was Benedelicious. They put up blonde Bens, brunette Bens, Sherlockian Bens and even a Ben with a monkey.
It was Cumberbitchin’.
I also got some lovely gifts. One very artistic co-worker drew an amazing picture of Hogwarts for me, and another… drew on a banana. It was a pretty saucy banana though, and certainly nothing I expected to receive for my birthday.
For snacks, they anti-baked for me. That is, they created a clever “Hostess with the Mostess” sign and surrounded it with piles of Twinkies, Ho-Hos, Cupcakes and even Snowballs (which my manager drove around to gas stations to find because they weren’t available at the grocery store she went to).
Underneath the pile was a gorgeous, slightly alcoholic birthday cake that we all enjoyed. It was one of the best hand-bought birthday cakes I’ve ever had, but most of all I just enjoyed seeing my whole team get together to socialize and snack together.
Maybe next year I can get them all to sing me my birthday song:
Do the Bartman,