It's not a competition...

Well, actually it is. It's my birthday tomorrow, and I was told that I should make a cake to bring into the office. We had a look online at some possiblities, and found the masterpiece that you see on your screen. My friend Sharon announced that she fancied making a cake like that, so she would do it. I wasn't hearing any of it. I wanted to make that cake, and I was going to do it. So my boss, Dot, came up with a plan.
'You both want to make the cake, right?'
'Yes,' we both replied.
'Well, why don't you both make one then? You can have a competition to see which is the best. And there'll be more cake for everyone.'
'Good idea,' we said.

So, it was settled. Today we arrived at work, each with a cake in hand. Lovingly baked and decorated, each with their own personal touch. We brought them into the office, and the principal of the school was called in to judge it.
There were five catagories on which it was judged: general appearance, taste, chocappealability, height, and how much they looked like the original. Sharon's effort managed 8/10 in the areas of appearance and taste (hers was, apparently, a little dry), whereas I received a very respectable 9/10 for these. I only pulled off 8/10 for height and chocappealability though, where Sharon got 9/10 (she had melted a big bar of chocolate over the top as well). There was only one catagory left, and there was no competition here...
The vote came in: Sharon's looked more like a castle than a volcano, and was only awarded 5 of the ten possible points in this area. The principal took one look at mine, and gave it the full 10! What a victory!

The event attracted a large crowd, and was enjoyed by all. The eating of the cake went down particularly well, it seems, with my boss.
The point of all of this, as well as being to remind you all to shower me with cards, gifts, drinks and cash (or at least some gestures of pleasantness) tomorrow, is to express my feelings of being in this job.
Some of you might remember how unhappy I was at the end in my last job, and how I was told that I was unable to do the job properly.
Here, I am working with people that appreciate me; that encourage my silliness. I'm working in an environment where I am valued, and I love every minute of it. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm moving to Canada in six weeks, I'd be staying at this job. It's brilliant.

It's been a while since I last blogged, and I have a number of other things to talk about, but I'll come back to those later. I think the competition is enough excitement for now. Oh, and the cakes were both delicious. I think I might go have a slice now...