One minute, I'm sorting press releases. The next, I am being taunted. I so didn't see this coming.
From afar, I heard the door click shut and shoes shatter the silence in the hall that leads to the newsroom (10 points for alliteration). A colleague of mine walked in and up to the empty desk a mere three seats from mine. In his arms, he cradled my worst workday nightmare:
a freakin' birthday cake.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking over my shoulder in three minute intervals to gaze upon it longingly. I watched another colleague cut herself a slice. I can't smell its deliciocity in my nose, but I can smell it in my heart. I can taste the buttercream. I can't tell from here what it's filled with, but in my imagination, it's cannoli filling.
Lord, beer me strength!
For my sugar free year -- for the record -- this is such a first. And with approximately several hundred days left, it won't be the last.