Just another birthday, not happy

Having your birthday fall on a hump day is one thing, especially with work and corporate meeting heavily involved. 
Facebook messages are nice, but when you've got a high volume of followers, a certain number is expected. Failing to reach 10 percent of that total and not getting the birthday wish from a particular person or persons is disappointing.
How I celebrate is something different. I usually pick a day to myself for a dinner of steak, baked potato and caesar salad with a peanut butter double doozie cookie. 
The third week of October is how I go toward the 18th, which I was born at 4:44 a.m. in 1969. I got turned down for a credential for the Alabama-Tennessee football game in my hometown of Tuscaloosa. 
The day before the 18th I got turned down for two jobs that I coveted since returning to the home state. I'm sad over that because I'm trying to get the hell out of town. Love the people here, just hate where I work.  I'm unhappy and not having fun. Two things that make me go having fun and being happy.
Feel that I'm a pro wrestler challenging for the world tag team titles without a partner.   Maybe one day, my big break comes. Who knows when that will be.