There is a woman at work, a good pal of mine, who stops by
the teachers' room every morning and asks, "Is there any cake?" Of course there is never any cake, but she
checks just the same, convinced that if every morning started out with cake,
every morning would be fantastic. Life would be better if served with cake.
Personally, I think she's onto something here.
Imagine how happy we would all be if every work day started
with cake? I'm a chocolate cake
aficionado, fudge cake with chocolate fudge frosting to be more precise, but
there are times when I will eat any damn cake that is put in front of me.
It is another morning of state testing, one of the many days
we dread for various reasons not the least of which is having our lunch
schedule all screwed up, and I walk in with my colleague. She makes a beeline for the break room,
examining the empty table: "Is
there any cake?" Nope; no cake today. She knows this; she always knows this.
However, at lunch one of the social studies teachers pulls
out a covered container from the fridge.
It is loaded with leftover cake, a My Little Pony cake, a marbled cake
covered with multi-hued buttercream frosting.
She tells us it is leftover from her daughter's party.
Cake?! CAKE!!!!
Holy smokes, there really IS cake.
By god, my coworker is totally correct -- Life is better
if served with cake.
(As far as I know, a piece of cake made its way to her
classroom. I'm not totally certain; I
went into sugar shock within minutes from the frosting.)
Perhaps every morning we should run into work, wherever it
may be, and ask, "Is there any cake?"
Maybe there will be, and chances are there won't be, but it's a helluva
way to start a morning. Optimism at its
best.
I do love cake, but I love my coworker more. Sal, you totally rock.
