I write this post...
in the semi-knowledge that I may already have written it. But I thought it would be more interesting to write it anyway, and then check if it already exists afterwards. You may disagree...

It's a strange office-born tradition that on the departure of a co-worker, we give them a fond farewell by standing about in their office and eating large amounts of cake.  I don't know if the cake is supposed to act as a comforting device, suggesting how much we will miss them by modeling the great gaping hole they will be leaving in our lives out of cake, and eating it.  Or if it is just an excuse to eat cake.

Probably the cake thing.

Although, amount and quality of cake does seem proportional to how much we like(d) the person. i.e. IT person no-one spoke to unless their printer was broken = Mr Kipling bakewell slices. Much loved girl who used to do my job but better and now leaving to do something complicated with children and science = home-made lemon drizzle and coffee-walnut cakes.

It's quite a good system of life-assessment really, measuring how much people really like you in cake. Baked goods never lie.

I wonder what sort of cake I would get if I went away...

*EDIT: Apparently I haven't. Clearly one of the many fascinating LJ snippets I compose in my head while I should be doing something else and never summon up the motivation to actually write. Also further proof that not only do I not have very interesting thoughts e.g. long meditations on cake, but I also have the same not very interesting thoughts repeatedly. Excellent.*