#7: I Work with an Office Full of Sadists
You bring in a beautiful cake—fluffy, colorful, pure joy in frosting form. You turn your back for five minutes, and suddenly it’s a crime scene. Someone’s cut out the middle, leaving a frosting graveyard and shattered trust. Who does this? What kind of monster eats cake like that?

Now the office is divided: the civilized versus the chaotic neutral. The culprit probably thinks they’re hilarious, walking around smugly, icing on their face. Meanwhile, you’re left staring at a pastry that perfectly represents workplace dynamics—sweet on the outside, absolute madness within.
