As usual when a nugget of cake news hits the
blogosphere, I've been inundated with e-mails about this
photo. In it, nattily-dressed Neil presents his resignation on a large sheet cake.
Neil is obviously a great guy, and not just because he can rock a fuchsia dress shirt. No, he also sweetened his two-weeks notice with words like "joy and whim" in addition to all that yummy frosting. I bet every boss wishes their employees would be as thoughtful.
However, I submit that this cake is far too well-intentioned to qualify as a Cake Wreck. So for the rest of us - the ones who have daydreamed (or continue to) about telling the
ol' boss-person where they can take our respective employment position and place it - I present Patrick's cake:
Obviously, Patrick was not as well-disposed towards his job at a "prestigious interactive agency"*. In fact, he was so fed-up with his boss's brow-beatings that on the day in question he picked up his paycheck, placed this cake on his desk, and simply walked out the door.
Here's what happened next:
"About two hours later, my voice mail, text, and email lit up like wildfire. Other agencies that I've never heard of are contacting me telling me I'm a legend. People are photographing each other with the cake."
Wow. See, now
there's a way to go out with a sweet, passive-aggressive bang.
And the boss? Apparently he didn't realize this was an insult. HR had to tell him it was a few weeks later. (Not sure what he thought it was before that - a joke, perhaps?)
Patrick tells me that folks in his industry
still ask, "Are YOU the one who left the cake?". So maybe you should put this on your resume, eh, Patrick? And then put
that on a cake. And then send it to
me. And then I will
eat it.
(Mmm, cakey resumes...)
*I have no idea what that means, so I assume it's high-paying.
Poor guy. Those eyes just about popped out, didn't they?
Neil is obviously a great guy, and not just because he can rock a fuchsia dress shirt. No, he also sweetened his two-weeks notice with words like "joy and whim" in addition to all that yummy frosting. I bet every boss wishes their employees would be as thoughtful.
The answer of course is yes - yes we must. Thanks for clearing that up, Becky F.
[sucking air through teeth] Hoo boy! Christy M., I'm not gonna lie to you: this is bad. Bad bad bad.
Alison H.'s "Alien Arms Squashing Lice"!!
According to these news articles, this life-sized Barbie doll is actually cake. Seriously.
Obviously not all of this creation is edible, but that's true of all cake masterpieces so I'm not going to quibble. Especially because in addition to the gold tulle skirt, two thousand Swarovski crystals were used. Sweet and sparkly - me likey.
Considering that the skirt base is most definitely cake if any of it is, I am particularly wowed by the super realistic "fabric" draping and stretching around the "knees":
I guess you can never really Wreck a horror cupcake, can you? I mean, the face looks totally freaky, but that's the point. I like how John paired it with all those cheerful sprinkles, too. They say, "Well of course I'm here to kill you, but there's no need to be all gloomy about it!"
