The Up-Side

Offices are terrible places, usually, with poisonous air and people who wear poles in their posteriors because they like the support. But there is one upside to an office: cake.

Some guy at work that I don’t even know is getting married and today I got a piece of cake. What’s with that? It’s good cake, too, it’s the white cake with the fruit and the whipped cream icing and I got a really big piece because they felt guilty for not inviting me to the potluck. It’s okay! I don’t need potluck! But thanks for the cake!