It was halfway through the shift when the boss stuck his head into our room.
"Oh, Chris, you've been with us for twenty years today, there's a cake in the break room, when you're ready."
The boss left, and Chris burst into tears.
"On a diet?" I hazarded.
"Twenty years? Twenty fucking years? This was meant to be a temporary gig to keep the lights on! And I've wasted twenty years of my life here!"
"Hey, that's not really fair. This job isn't that bad!"
The boss came back in suddenly.
"Sorry, twenty-five years!"
At least the cake was good.
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