Like most people in the corporate world, sometimes you just need to go out after work for a cocktail. Well, tonight was one of those nights. It was especially important to me because I gave up alcohol for Lent and haven't had a drop since Ash Wednesday, but gave myself the night off in honor of St. Patrick (I know, that's tomorrow. But I don't think I am going out tomorrow so suck on a lemon.)
Anywho, we go out, have a few drinks, and then someone asks the question.
"Hey...shouldn't you be baking us cupcakes tonight?"
"Yeah," I reply, about halfway into my second Black & Tan. "I am going to bake when I get home."
10 minutes later the same conversation happens but with a different coworker.
"Yeah, as soon as I finish this beer I am going to run the the Jewel, pick up some ingredients, then go home and bake."
Just as I am finishing my beer...
"Are you sure you are going to have enough time to bake tonight?"
"Yeah, since we are all leaving I am going home to bake."
"Actually, we are all heading to another bar. But I'll see you at work tomorrow. Can't wait for those cupcakes."
So, instead of bar hopping with coworkers like the 20-something cubicle monkey I am, I came home to bake my signature Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes in order to please those I work with.
Someone owes me a beer the next time we go out. And possibly a steak.
And don't even get me started on why I promised to bring someone a corned beef sandwich for lunch.
~ The Office Scribe
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