This is one of those entries where I’m going to pat myself on the back.
Today was my coworker Debbie’s birthday. And for her birthday, I broke tradition. For most birthdays, somebody remembers at the last minute, scrambles to get a cake at Foodies, the store a few blocks away from the office, and it’s always a mad dash. Frequently, the cake doesn’t have the name written on it because it’s done at THE last minute.
Two weeks ago, I knew that her birthday was coming up, so I put a reminder on my calendar to order her cake before I left for father’s day. I ordered the cake from Spinelli’s in East Boston. Today, my calendar showed that Reggie had a vet appointment at South Boston Animal Hospital at noon. Well, that was just a cover for me to leave the office to pick up her cake. After picking up the cake, I sent out an e-mail to the department telling everybody the plan.
First of all, the cake was awesome. It was a layer of chocolate and a layer of white with pudding between the layers. This was some good cake. Beyond that, Debbie really appreciated the fact that I did this. She appreciated that I had gotten a cake from somewhere other than Foodies and she appreciated that the cake had her name on it. I think more than anything, she appreciated the fact that someone had actually put some thought into it.
This is Debbie, someone I work with every day. It’s the least I could do. Besides, I’m still a little bitter that my boss didn’t even realize it was my birthday last time around. I won’t let that happen to Debbie.