Let them eat cake

30 Mar

I’ve decided: If I should ever be laid off — and I hope that answer is no — then I’ve figured out how I want to be notified. Security escort to the door? No thanks. Callous bluster from a boss? No thanks. Text message? No thanks. Tears and mushiness? No thanks.

There are two choices: Either a balloon bouquet, anchored by a bottle of booze or cake. I know they won’t be able to afford a big cake, so my brother suggested the red frosting message be shortened to” -$ 4 U.”