My thirtieth birthday is coming up this weekend, and my crew at work decided to decorate my cube up a bit.
More decoration. The Superman next to the disco ball is always there, but the disco ball is not.
Most of the balloons have something written on them, including some messages that I (so far) have no idea what they mean written in Arabic and Chinese.
This is kind of funny, because today the company is having a celebration in honor of people that have worked at K/J for at least 20 years. They walked around this morning and gave balloons to everyone with at least 20 years under their belt. Folks who have worked here over 40 years (and there are a few) got two balloons.
By this measure, it seems I have worked here for 260 years.
Keep on rockin’ in the (not so) free world!