It’s quite a WTF, FML, what/where the hell did I do/go wrong, moment when your CEO remembers and wishes you on your birthday, but not your best friends.
Ah well, time to grow up, no?
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud:
Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowed . . . . .
It matters not how strait the gait, how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”
(WE Henley, 1849-1903, from ‘Invictus’)