Today, a bloke was celebrating his birthday at the office. The guy seemed to turn 70. I’m not really sure, it might be his face devastated by alcohol. he was one of the drunkards I first met when I joined the company. He went office by office to invite people to have a piece of cake. When he reached my desk, he ignored me. He ignored me a bit like lords avoided leprous during the middle age. Bloody bastard… Ollie ask me to join them as people where all having a break. Therefore I was kind of forced to join the group even if I would die to stay at my place. I wished him a happy birthday. No invitation to have a piece of cake followed… R looked at me not having a piece and granted me of an haughty smile while saying: “Are you on a diet?”. I replied looking at his skin and bones: “No, are you?“. He gave a forced laugh.
