I had three days off in a row in the middle of the week. Ahhhhhhh….time to get myself regrouped, organized, polish my crown, and bake a raspberry cake for my co-workers. A surprise for them. The masses gathered. “Cake? You baked? Put that cake down right here. Sit down and rest yourself. No need to hurry and grab a patient”. Through garbled speech and crumbs tumbling down chins compliments came at me like warm butter on toast. “Your hair looks good. You look like a movie star. Have you lost weight?” All because of a little homemade cake. Make no mistake. Obtaining praise does not come easily. Strategic tactics must be exercised. No baked goods on a regular basis. Fridays are good. The end of the week. People are pooped. They need a lift. Celery sticks and dried peas are not going to cut it. Nahhh…it had to be something sweet to remind them of the heroes they are. Let them eat cake!
TIDBIT Florence Nightingale without a doubt was a hero. She was a slender woman. Probably not much cake in her life. Hear ye hear ye! If anyone deserves to eat cake it’s Florence. An extra big piece of cake for Florence!