Man that is a wicked hawiian shirt!

Who doesn't like to be tossed a bone right? I know there are people out there who LOVE buy one get one free deals from various companies. Shit, I love when the Improv hooks me up with 4 free tickets as long as each ticket holder buys two drinks at 10 a pop! We feel like we are getting something special so in turn it makes us feel special. In my opinion, the top bone thrown to us corporate worker bees is good ol 'Casual Friday' or as I like to call it Crappy Hawiian Shirt Day. Forget Cake Day or the summer picnic. Two cheers for Crappy Hawiian Shirt Day!! Does this fall under the 'we are getting something special so we in turn feel special' category? I think it does! Nothing says thanks for working until 11 every night this week while ignoring your children or loved ones more then the ability to trade in your solid blue button up shirt for a button up shirt that has slot machines and cherries.

Let's not forget how important this day is in corporate America. In fact, this day is so important in corporate America that 'Casual Friday' is actually mentioned as part of the recruitment/hiring process. To the genius in a suit who thought of this day to boost morale in place of higher wages, better benefits, and a better working environment, I salute you!! Thank you. My buddies and I will smash our Corner Bakery cups together at lunch in a toast just for you!

Cake Day!!!!

Cake and an office go hand in hand. Cake is now a staple of your diet thanks to your fellow co-workers. Every few weeks an excuse comes up to eat cake. Stephanie's son finally learned how to wipe his own ass at the prime age of 6. Blanche go pick up a cake for 3:00 break!! Summer starts in 2 and a half weeks? Muhfucka where is the carrot cake at? Now there is nothing wrong with cake itself. Cake is good from time to time. Sometimes you need that sugar rush to be able to finish up the spreadsheet you've been working in all day. So you ask, where is the real problem? The problem is the women in the office who constantly complain about gaining weight because of treats brought into the office while at the same time shoving icing and chocolate mousse down their throat. Shame on you aging 60 year old woman who so badly wants to be 25 again, put down the cake and quit bitching!