What’s worse than mopping floors late at night when you are already exhausted? Mopping floors late a night, exhausted and listening to Taylor Swift chirp merrily about her ex-boyfriend. Or Mariah Carey wailing on one note for way too long. “I found ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou out….” It’s the only time I ever image having a gun and shooting it…… at the speakers, not the person.
I’ll be so glad when summer is over….. sorry, everyone, but summer means work in a beach town. For two months we are trying to supply people with all they need to have fun and eat well. A handful of people can’t supply all these tourists with the cakes, donuts and birthday cakes they require. How can there be so many freaking birthdays? I would like to see the statistics for Leo’s loving the beach.
I could just make birthday cakes all day and they would get sold. However, we are supposed to make all the other cakes and pies, too. My counter-part burned out yesterday with two ‘special order’ cakes left to go. She’s going in early to finish them.
I iced birthday cakes all afternoon on Wednesday and yesterday (Friday) they were all gone. We have four birthday cakes ready-to-go; chocolate and vanilla 6″ X 8″ and 8″ X 12″. We ice them and put them in the freezer then decorate them as they go out for display. Every time someone takes a cake it means getting another out; adding sprinkles, flowers and leaves. Yesterday, I just put in some “Happy Birthday” plastic picks with plastic pick decos to make it faster. They still sold. I groan silently when I see someone pick one up. Nooooo…….
Too many times they pick up the 8X6 and say “could you write Happy Birthday _____, _____ and __________ on this?” You want to say…… “Look at the size of this cake. And you want me to write all that”
Last night I had a full sink of ‘dishes’ which are baking sheets, muffin pans, scoops, spoons, knives, etc. I was interrupted more times than I can count……. sometimes it’s just a kid wanting a cookie but a few times it’s someone with a birthday cake. “Could you write on this…..?” And then replace it in the display case.
This week started out with a break in my schedule but ended up badly. I worked last night: he phoned me on Thursday saying he forgot to put someone on Friday night, would I come in? Only 5:00 to 10:00. Sure. I’ll do that. Saturday night (tonight) he had me on 5:00 to 10:00….. but yesterday he asked if I would come in at 2:00. Actually he asked, “Do you want to come in at 2:00 tomorrow?” I laughed. “Do I want to? hahahaha….. no, but I will”
I never finish at 10:00. Last night I worked as fast as I could and got done at 10:35.
My lawn mower doesn’t work and my lawn is long. I’m going into work serving people having a fun summer. No friends, no fun, no help….. it just goes on and on. Weekends? Holidays? Not for me.
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