Decisions, decisions
Our intern's last day is tomorrow and as per tradition, we throw a little good-bye lunch when they leave, so they don't talk too badly about us to everyone else.
When I actually like the person I work with, I usually get for their birthday, or leaving parties, cupcakes from Buttercup Bake Shop. And because I am the self-proclaimed cupcake junkie, I had to take a peek.
When I actually like the person I work with, I usually get for their birthday, or leaving parties, cupcakes from Buttercup Bake Shop. And because I am the self-proclaimed cupcake junkie, I had to take a peek.
You know the angel and devil were sitting on my shoulders for this one.
posted by Currin Girl at 9:33 PM
4 Comments:
When it comes to rationalizing cupcakes, I'm pretty shameless. They're like little pockets of edible therapy.
If I don't find a job before my time is up, I suppose I could stand on the side of the highway wearing a sign that says: "Will work for cupcakes".
Ugh... I need that cupcake RIGHT NOW!
I would have dug into the box as soon as I got into the office. Why let manners and tact get in the way of a good nosh? After all, the baker's dozen was created so that the pre-party pilferage wouldn't be uncovered.
I can actually taste them through my screen. Oh jeez! ::smacks lips::
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