Yesterday, at the worksite, a birthday card was passed around for those wishing to sign, for one of the reviewers, whose birthday it was yesterday.
Personally I do not care for this person. she’s a first-rate 給料泥棒, a silly twit who also seems to in the throes of a severe case of mid-life crisis.
But I was asked that if I didn’t mind,….. So gritting my teeth, I penned a very short note on the outer edges of the card as realistically, it was an offer that really hard to refuse without being mischaracterized as, whatever.