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A Victory for Love
May. 22nd, 2014 02:07 pmToday is Australia's Biggest Morning Tea, which is a charity thing. Eating cake for cancer*. One of my colleagues is very keen on this sort of thing. He had us eating cake for cystic fibrosis last year. I had something happening that day and didn't volunteer to contribute any cake, so I put my hand up this time. I gave them orange cake. It seemed to go down a treat. The person cutting it did that horrible thing where she only cut slivers. I mean, well done on her fine motor skills because she got the slices so fine, but I prefer a generous slice myself.
The cake's official title, per the recipe book, is Moist Orange Cake, but the word moist has a funny effect on some people. I don't find it terribly attractive myself, but I can live with it. But there's no alternative here, is there? Damp Orange Cake? Wet Orange Cake? Not Dry Orange Cake? None of them sound appetising.
You'll be pleased to hear I'm done with essays. For now. I mean, there'll be other essays next term. Now I am creating a case study about a how an important decision was made in my workplace, and, oh, I am quite good at this. I was pleased with my attempt in the first place, and then we had to put them on-line for discussion, using cunning pseudonyms for our companies (I called mine 'the company'). Compared to the others, mine is precise and salient and gets the job done with no waffle, and I was basking in my hitherto unsuspected ability to write management case studies.
Then I realised I've been bitching about my work here for ten years, so I've had a lot of practice. It's not a hidden talent at all. I've been working at it. Hmph.
* BIG WINNER IN CANCER RAFFLE, claimed the local paper in a not-unrelated story. It meant, of course, that someone received a substantial prize in a raffle aimed at raising money for cancer research, not that a giant won a tumour.
The cake's official title, per the recipe book, is Moist Orange Cake, but the word moist has a funny effect on some people. I don't find it terribly attractive myself, but I can live with it. But there's no alternative here, is there? Damp Orange Cake? Wet Orange Cake? Not Dry Orange Cake? None of them sound appetising.
You'll be pleased to hear I'm done with essays. For now. I mean, there'll be other essays next term. Now I am creating a case study about a how an important decision was made in my workplace, and, oh, I am quite good at this. I was pleased with my attempt in the first place, and then we had to put them on-line for discussion, using cunning pseudonyms for our companies (I called mine 'the company'). Compared to the others, mine is precise and salient and gets the job done with no waffle, and I was basking in my hitherto unsuspected ability to write management case studies.
Then I realised I've been bitching about my work here for ten years, so I've had a lot of practice. It's not a hidden talent at all. I've been working at it. Hmph.
* BIG WINNER IN CANCER RAFFLE, claimed the local paper in a not-unrelated story. It meant, of course, that someone received a substantial prize in a raffle aimed at raising money for cancer research, not that a giant won a tumour.