Card-Carrying Birthday Boy

I am extraordinarily lucky to have my job. One reason is that they give you a birthday gift every year (an electronic gift card). For some reason, they keep screwing up mine. This year, I waited all week for my birthday gift, and it didn’t arrive. Typically, it would get there on your birthday, or if it’s on a weekend, on the Friday before. I thought that maybe they would email it on my actual birthday. They didn’t. I reached out to HR, who didn’t answer my email until I wrote them again, and they sent me to someone else, who sent me to someone else.

Remember how I wrote that blog post about how it’s great to have my name? They sent my present to the other Jeremiah in the office. That didn’t annoy me so much because I get his email and Teams message all the time. I’ve even gotten into arguments about my own identity. (“You sent this to the wrong Jeremiah.” “But you’re Jeremiah.”) But when you receive a gift card that says “Happy Birthday!” and it’s not your birthday, shouldn’t you say something to somebody? In all this time, he’s either never received an email intended for me, or he just ignores them. Right now, I think it might be the latter.

But I got my gift card. Now I need to buy something that’s not an action figure or art supplies.

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