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<blockquote data-quote="DallasFanForever" data-source="post: 327989" data-attributes="member: 13221"><p>So DFF learned a valuable lesson today on his 24th anniversary at work. Usually when they announce my anniversary I will hide, refuse to say a few words to the gang, my shyness in large groups taking over. But this year, as I’m driving in to work this morning, I promised myself that I would handle things differently for once. Instead of shying away from the attention, I’m going to embrace it.</p><p></p><p>So DFF marched right into that station and I walked into the middle of the warehouse, surprised to see a cake with the word “Congratulations “ on it. I was touched, but a cake seemed odd to me cause it’s only a 24th anniversary, not 25. But who cares? And DFF noticed everyone standing around waiting so I walked right up to the front and stood next to my boss. I hugged her and thanked her and asked if I can say a few words but she looked at me very puzzled for some reason. </p><p></p><p>But that didn’t stop me from thanking the entire station. I told them what the cake meant to me and I talked about how I didn’t even want the job 24 years ago but I took it because my mother made me and now all these years later I was so glad I listened to her. But oddly, I didn’t hear any applause when I was done speaking. Actually, I didn’t hear anything. It was dead silence. I looked at my boss and she looked at me and goes “Oh DFF! You better come over here.” So I go over to her and she whispers in my ear that the cake is actually not for me. I said can you please say that again? She tells me that the cake is for someone else who’s retiring today after 37 years with the company and that’s why everyone is standing here. They’re all waiting for him to arrive. I whispered back that I understood but I feel a little awkward now and I don’t know what to do because this has just become the most embarrassing moment of DFF’s career. But she’s no help at all because I can tell she’s about to lose it and so I did the only thing I could. I put my head down and covered my face and walked to my truck. And I locked the doors and never came out. I scanned my packages, got in that seat and drove off well over the posted speed limit. </p><p></p><p>I must’ve had 40 texts before I got to my first stop. And I was a too embarrassed to answer any of them. Actually I’m still getting them. Everyone is in stitches but DFF will be digging a hole this weekend; a very big, long, wide, humongous hole to crawl into and bury himself. </p><p></p><p>And while I’m digging, everyone else enjoy the weekend!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DallasFanForever, post: 327989, member: 13221"] So DFF learned a valuable lesson today on his 24th anniversary at work. Usually when they announce my anniversary I will hide, refuse to say a few words to the gang, my shyness in large groups taking over. But this year, as I’m driving in to work this morning, I promised myself that I would handle things differently for once. Instead of shying away from the attention, I’m going to embrace it. So DFF marched right into that station and I walked into the middle of the warehouse, surprised to see a cake with the word “Congratulations “ on it. I was touched, but a cake seemed odd to me cause it’s only a 24th anniversary, not 25. But who cares? And DFF noticed everyone standing around waiting so I walked right up to the front and stood next to my boss. I hugged her and thanked her and asked if I can say a few words but she looked at me very puzzled for some reason. But that didn’t stop me from thanking the entire station. I told them what the cake meant to me and I talked about how I didn’t even want the job 24 years ago but I took it because my mother made me and now all these years later I was so glad I listened to her. But oddly, I didn’t hear any applause when I was done speaking. Actually, I didn’t hear anything. It was dead silence. I looked at my boss and she looked at me and goes “Oh DFF! You better come over here.” So I go over to her and she whispers in my ear that the cake is actually not for me. I said can you please say that again? She tells me that the cake is for someone else who’s retiring today after 37 years with the company and that’s why everyone is standing here. They’re all waiting for him to arrive. I whispered back that I understood but I feel a little awkward now and I don’t know what to do because this has just become the most embarrassing moment of DFF’s career. But she’s no help at all because I can tell she’s about to lose it and so I did the only thing I could. I put my head down and covered my face and walked to my truck. And I locked the doors and never came out. I scanned my packages, got in that seat and drove off well over the posted speed limit. I must’ve had 40 texts before I got to my first stop. And I was a too embarrassed to answer any of them. Actually I’m still getting them. Everyone is in stitches but DFF will be digging a hole this weekend; a very big, long, wide, humongous hole to crawl into and bury himself. And while I’m digging, everyone else enjoy the weekend! [/QUOTE]
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