The daily pre-cocktail-hour trials of two working gals
February 22, 2010
I scream, you scream... It's because I left out the stupid cake
From an unnamed production office for an undisclosed television show in an address-withheld building in LA where the elevators are shockingly slow...
Today, instead of preparing for my staff-wide meeting, I was asked to take thirty minutes to go to Ralph’s to get this ice cream cake for my coworker. Whose birthday was yesterday. And who may or may not be lactose intolerant. Then I left the cake on a filing cabinet. For a few hours. It was, again, an ice cream cake.