Birthday times...
I've only been working here a week. Love the place, but I still worry about getting things right; remembering the right things.
Yesterday at lunchtime I treated myself to another picnic by the river, enjoying the sunshine, watching the squirrels and gulls, and eating cheesecake decorated with cream and a strawberry.
I wasn't back in the office long before I was called upstairs, where the Director has his office. "Come up for a meeting," said his assistant. So I grabbed my pen and notebook, running up, wondering how or why there could be a meeting I didn't know about - and I admit, somewhat paranoically, wondering if I'd done something wrong. More likely they just needed me to take notes.
They were all sitting around a table with a beautiful birthday cake on it. One candle, lit. It was gorgeous! "Make a wish!" they said, so I did, and blew it out. My wish was to keep this job.
Now I'm having a leftover piece for breakfast before work. The cake is from the Swiss Pastry Shop; they make wonderful cakes. A white cake with strawberry cream, and strawberries on top. And no calories on birthdays, either. (This includes the leftovers on the day after, as a buffer zone.)