So, we have a little, erm, routine, I guess. For ten years of service. They gather everyone in the lunch room and there's a cake that Traci, the ever-suffering exec assistant always has to arrange at the last minute. And they give you a little gift out of the locked portion of the supply cabinet, and try their best to say nice things about you.
But we get to the lunch room at like 10am, for my anniversary thing, and someone has taken a fucking bite out the cake. Out of MY FUCKING CAKE.
Can you believe that? The fucking audacity?
Honestly, I wish I'd thought of it.

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