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Jane, the other supervisor in the unit and my partner-in-crime, came to my office all serious and asking if I could come with her. "What'd I do?" I replied. Just come. "OK." She takes me to the table, where there's a chocolate cake and on the blackboard it reads "It's Lisa's Countdown in Cakes". (I had built up a reputation of being a cake-fiend). The gals are making me a cake a day until my last day. I started tearing up. And then I ate. Stuff like this makes it hard to leave a job.