It's my birthday, and since I was a kid, I have always thought of it as a normal day. I was never too excited, nor too naive with the thought of birthdays. I just got this weird mind above anybody else about it: it's just like a day in the school, or at a job. I think, for the most part of people's lives, everyday is one's 'birthday'. It's as special and as good as any day that passes by. Today is my birthday, and just like any other day at work, it went 'okay', as in something went horribly wrong and then after some moments of crying and crying and crying and crying over anger, it went okay in the end. I was called by my boss to shout at me. Yes, shout at me at 6:30 in the morning over the room I am currently handling. It houses so many things that kids need, so I have to secure of all of it carefully. However, I am a newbie, and so I could be assigned as a substitute to different people who have official businesses outside the institution...