Another post about “Zabaj @ the Workplace.”
Birthdays come about once a year ’round here in Yisroel; they’re commemorated at the workplace with a cake and presents just like they would be anywhere else.
Except, there’s a small twist: for some reason, the person having the birthday is responsible for his own g-damn cake. Like, what, I go to the bakery and tell the guy to write “Happy Birthday to ME?” And so you have to remember to go get a cake (kosher too, in most cases) and bring it to work — and what if you take a bus? Like, they want me to carry a cake on the bus? You take a bus.
Annen, I forget my cake, and everyone is ready, and now I’m the asshole. On my own birthday. Splendid.