Food Store

“Better Food for All!”  Jamie Oliver is salivating so much he spits all over the food.

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I work in a food store…..  food, food, food…. tons of food. It gets rather disgusting, so much gluttony, so much waste and so many irritating customers. They want every thing there, every time, made fresh everyday. You should see the cart loads that are tossed every day, but heaven forbid if their  favourite loaf is not available today or not made fresh today.

“You should make more!” they say. Every day we try and figure out exactly how many of any given thing we will need for tomorrow; the balance between making too much or not enough.

Yesterday I was on a four-hour shift re-stocking the freezer with cakes. I was hit with all the stupid stuff in the flyers we had on special, like Nutella topped cheesecake. Get them out now!

I also had two special orders and one was the size of a small coffee table. It  had a logo of their company and some words that needed to be photocopied onto edible rice paper.

My boss was in a bad mood to begin with because he came in at 11:00 for a Health and Safety meeting and was ‘closing manager’, working until 9:00.  I only had an hour left before I got to the special orders.

The computer/scanner/printer rig is so old and so frustrating. First the work screen won’t come up from the cake screen-saver.
“You have to move the mouse first” he says.  I couldn’t help blurting out “well, I know that much…!” !  What did he think? I was standing there wishing it would change?

The photo was cut short.  “You have to put it face down on the glass”  OMG. No f*#%ing kidding! I didn’t say that.  He come over with a big sigh, turns it around and scans again.  It takes a long time to scan……  it’s cut short.

Then the devil sent this sweet little old lady who was having a birthday party and wanted to order cupcakes.  A tear-away, which is cupcakes all iced as one and written on. Then she changed her mind and wanted them individual in containers.  It took some time to get the final decision on how many chocolate and vanilla.

By this time my boss had got the thing going and it was starting to print. Ca, chuuuung Ca chuuung….. it takes forever. I started to clean up what I could while  it was coming…..  already a half-hour over my shift.

Got it on without ripping it, trying to work fast.  Yards of trim and sprinkles , getting the box made….. I’m almost done….. 

I see her coming back waving and shaking her head. She doesn’t want cupcakes, she wants a cake. She doesn’t know what size. “What size are you working on?”

“That’s a half slab.”

“Oh, I’m only having a few people over……”

I showed her another cake size we haven’t displayed…..  a white cake and she asked if it was chocolate. I want to throw it in her face so bad.

She could not decide. My patience wore so thin.  I told her to think about, come in the next day, pick out a size and we will write on it. That got rid of her.

My boss said, “She’s always a pain in the ass” and did a great impersonation of her. That made me feel a little better.

I’m back this afternoon. The student scheduled has a ‘thing’ at school and, oddly enough, no one else was available for Saturday night except me. Oh, well, its a little more money on the paycheque.

This is a long one!  So long I forgot it was Stream of Consciousness….. so now I don’t have to edit.

Better Food for All!

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One thought on “Food Store

  1. I would like my cake with chocolate in the middle and white cake only on the sides. I want butter cream on the chocolate and white sugar frosting on the vanilla. I also want a picture of my face on the cake. I think it will look good with the black eye you’re going to give me!

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