Apparently after I signed my own card the other day, my boss decided to tape a quarter to the inside and write "Happiness is a penny per year!" Somebody else taped 25 more pennies to the envelope, and wrote "Wow! Half a century old! You must be falling apart!", and other people followed suit with the "Happy 50th" messages.
I sent out an e-mail thanking everyone for the card and the money. I ended it with "Now I can finally afford most of that Pepsi I've been saving up for," since our soda machines charge $0.55. Another one of my coworkers came by and gave me a nickel. This is the woman who makes a point of stopping by my desk to say "Au revoir, Colin! I hope you find your bike!" every night when she leaves.
Oh, and the AEG baked a chocolate cake. It's been sitting uncut since she came in more than two hours ago, and I think people are waiting for me to have the first piece. I'd love to make them wait until 4:30, but I know people are more assertive than that. I'd bet money that it gets cut by 10:00, even if I try to hold out longer.
I still hate it when people fuss over my birthday at work, but they haven't rigged anything to spill when I open my overhead cabinets, or pop out when I open my desk drawers, and nothing's missing (as far as I can tell), which is a good thing.