The birthday and new baby cards at work are getting out of control.  I work in an office of over 50 people and it seems like I am getting some kind of card to sign at least twice a week now.  Often times the card is for a person who, I am ashamed to admit, I barely know and would not be able to pick out in a line up. 

I know I am not alone in my frustration.  The worst thing about signing these cards is trying to find the next person to pass them off to.  Everyone hates the incessant card signing.  Last month one of the attorneys saw me walking toward him, new baby card in hand, and he purposely ducked around a corner to avoid me.  I broke to a run and chased him down. 

The other day one of my co-workers, a dear, timid 20-something named Diana, came over to hand a card off to me and, seeing that it was for some guy who didn’t even work at the company I completely lost it.  “No,” I declared, “I’m not signing this.  Cross my name off the routing list and find someone else to pass this off to.” 

Poor sweet Diana stammered, “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know.”  She then dashed off, in tears I think. 

I love being a cranky old lady. 

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