DEALMAKER: You Brought Cupcakes To Work
What do you mean, “there are cupcakes in the break room?” How can you be so casual about this? Literally this is the high point of my week. Maybe even my month! SHIT, CUPCAKES? Are you fucking with me? What kind? A wide variety? AMAZING! Although, I bet I’ll get stuck with some crumbly little runt that no one wanted. OH- there’s enough for everyone to have TWO??? AHHHH! This almost makes the entire job worthwhile! I mean, I was about to quit. I literally had my finger on my mouse, ready to hit “send” on an email announcing my 2 weeks notice. You think I’m kidding? Listen, it doesn’t take much to make me happy, and if I can’t get a little more paid vacation, or even half a chance at a promotion, I’ll take a cupcake. It’s a little piece of perfection that fits in my hand and takes me away to a world where I am the frosting king. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go eat my weight in funfetti and laugh about how funfetti is actually a REAL thing that exists! It’s the small victories (and the small, individually frosted cakes) that make life worth living.
