My last couple of days at my job are melancholy indeed.
I thought I should take in some cakes. That's what people do. And I thought I should make them myself. Make some effort.
I don't bake. I can't bake. Baking spells disaster for me. We have a rubbish gas oven. I have been exposed to miles of glittering perfect cupcakes on the internet. So exquisite and seemingly too precious to even eat!
I see them and yearn. Yearn for creativity and talent. Of any kind. In the sweet kitchen.
I'm just no good.
I thought I should take in some cakes. That's what people do. And I thought I should make them myself. Make some effort.
I don't bake. I can't bake. Baking spells disaster for me. We have a rubbish gas oven. I have been exposed to miles of glittering perfect cupcakes on the internet. So exquisite and seemingly too precious to even eat!
I see them and yearn. Yearn for creativity and talent. Of any kind. In the sweet kitchen.
I'm just no good.
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