Where I work (a marketing department I might add) we have a small tradition called “sweet Monday”. Every Monday someone has to bring a cake, preferably homemade, so we can start the week in a cheerful way. Off course it never works and all it gives us is a temporary sugar rush to make it through those rough hours between 09:00 and 11:00.
The regular Joe is pretty handy in the kitchen but I never got around to baking so whenever it’s my turn I get a chocolate cake from this great place and it’s always seems like it’s homemade.
Off course once you place the cake in the cafeteria accompanied by a knife and some napkins, the race is on. The shame of a cake not finished by the end of the day is unbarring if you consider the fact that apart of myself it’s an all girls floor and always at least 2 of them are pregnant so there is no excuse for leftovers.
I placed the cake at about 09:00 and all went well up until 12:00 when everybody left for lunch. I expected the after lunch sugar craving would do the trick but for some reason the cake eating came to a halt.
I knew I had to do something but I didn’t know what. It was 14:00 and nobody touched the cake for 3 hours now. I channeled all my efforts to come up with a way to bring people back to my cake. Than it hits me! I need to make WOMEN eat the cake!
The regular Joe is not a women expert but he knows one thing; women can’t see an un-even slice and not “straighten” it. It’s embedded in the female DNA.
So, I just started removing small pieces of cake un-evenly and behold, a few minutes later it was even again. You can only imagine it wasn’t long before the last piece was “straighten”.
The moral of the story? I think it’s pretty obvious. I’m a genius. Oh yeah, and there is always a way to get what you want or something like that.
