Cake

I'm back home now. I need to do another quick blog post because I feel really bad about slagging off the au pair family now. The mum came home at midnight and as soon as she came through the door she said:

"You want cake?"

"Yes." I said, leaping off the couch.

"Ok then I prepare it for you." she said.

I slammed my laptop closed, threw it in my bag and followed her into the kitchen. She put four little cupcakes into a tupperware box and then five plastic shot glasses with weird, solid shots of brightly-coloured mousse or something inside. As she helped me to put them in my bag she said: "Op, op. Tac, tac. Woop." and then she mimed turning something upside down. I didn't really know what to say so I just said thank you about six times and then ran out.

I would do anything for cake. Someone could hack my arm off with a rusty machete, then give me a cake and by the second slice I'd be saying through a mouthful of crumbs, "They say it's good for your brain, learning to write with the other hand."

Whenever I have an arguement with someone, I get more annoyed afterwards when they insist on talking through what happened and trying to justify themselves, whereas they could save us both the trouble and just buy me a fucking cake.

Anyway, something else happened between this post and my last post. As soon as I 'published' that last post, I got a text from my manager at work:

Read the blog. Love it.

I felt like someone had knocked all the breath out of me. Somebody has shown her my blog and she has read it. Ok... ok... I tried to quickly think what I've written about the restaurant, but before I could she sent me another text saying she's guessed the person I have a crush on. Also she wants me and Mez to write a rap for her about the restuarant and perform it at work. We've already started it but I won't give anything away, all I will say that is that Mez's rapper name is Furrrious Stylez AKA Da Triggaaa Fingaa and mine is Genie B AKA The Lime Slicer.

I think my name needs a bit of work.

Anyway I need to go to bed now, I hope my manager didn't read the post I wrote tonight, about not being able to work next Thursday and Friday.

Fucking hell I need to be more careful.