I go a-wandering through the office just about this time every day, because I always forget to pack a lunch, and I never get to go anywhere. Sometimes I come up empty, but not today. The front office here at the Fun Factory is about 90% female, and there’s also enough people in total that birthdays and other felicitous occasions happen fairly regularly. As a result, there is usually some form of food lying around begging to be eaten.
Happy Birthday, whomever you are. Because of you, I now have cake.
And in the process of getting it, I got to look all pro-active and stuff.
It’s all about appearance management, don’tchaknow.