Yesterday was my b-day. I work from 3pm-1am so I started my birthday at work. No biggie, here's the story.

It's May 10, 11:50pm or so when I see an internal message on my computer stating that someone has their b-day in 10 minutes and that everyone should clap at 12.00 for him. Naturally, I thought they somehow figure out my DoB (not that hard to do) and had this information about me. It's 12am and they play this song that, from my experience, it is associated with b-days, I kind of hyperventilate for the first time in a long time. For a millisecond, I thought they had played this song for me and were about to reach me to congratulate me until I saw the actual holder of that crown. One of the bosses. Of course. They cheer him up and sing to him and shake his hand. Kudos to him for sure. I like the guy. But I cannot describe how incredible small I felt in that moment. I was thinking in telling my coworkers that we should do something for my b-day, trying to engage a bit more... But I just froze. I couldn't say anything after that moment of inner disappointment, from deep embarrassment. I hardly ever feel embarrassed and that's why I felt so KO at the moment. I know this may be a stupid story but I just want to take this off my chest, as I'm recovering from that punch yet. It made me... I don't know, but I cried for the first time in a looong time when I got home.
Felt as left behind. Like rubbish you toss on the floor because it isn't even worth a can. Thank you for giving me this space to leave my thoughts, now I'll never think about it again. And "move on".

But it did hurt.
–Oh! So you are human, lowpoint!