Holy shit, bitches -- my benevolent employer gave me a goodbye cake. I'm one of those people. One of those people who gets cake when he leaves. And it was actually good cake.
On the top it said: "Best wish's good luck in Whales."
It was misspelled because I'm a copy editor, and apparently the cake makers had to ice the cake twice because they corrected the mistakes.
I was all set to piss and moan about the fact that I have spent five and a half years there and got nothing out of it, then they gave me a cake. It was no small tartan box with silk and velvet ribbon, but beggars can't be choosers.
Appropriately, there were two people I've never met eating my cake.