I do not want to go back to work tomorrow ( Read more... )

Worked Thursday of last week to today without a break. Tuesday was a 15 hour day, yesterday 11, and today 8 ( Read more... )

I miss the smell of yeast and fermentation. I miss shaping bread and coming home covered in flour.

Soon... I hope, soon.

I feel like every time I go online I accidentally encounter another spoiler for Downton Abbey. Whoops ( Read more... )

I cannot express how much I do not want to go to work... I screwed up on ordering, and different components I need for a single sandwich are all coming in on different days. Which is why I'm going in late today, and REALLY early tomorrow. I have only one day off this week... and I have to go to a wedding an hour away. Then it's back to work for two ( Read more... )

Such a long, difficult week. Work has just been insane and not fun, and this asshole kid that's been working for us has decided in our last couple of weeks that he just doesn't give a shit, and comes up with bullshit reasons why he's late and then doesn't show up. So of course more work falls on me. But today the BF and I went to the zoo and it ( Read more... )

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I still don't especially like my co-workers. I feel like I'm in high school again. There's mean-spirited teasing, peer pressure, and a lot of horrible, backstabby comments about other people... but I came home tonight feeling icky and cranky, and my wonderful boyfriend played me a song on his guitar, gave me a backrub, and made me laugh. If I get ( Read more... )

I had a long, shitty day today. Only a tiny bit of production, but I had to work on the truck for an event this evening, and my chef has just been a complete asshole lately. I mean, I understand that I'm not all you hoped I would be. I'm not a fast learner... I have a background in pastry, my knife skills aren't up to par, and I can't listen to ( Read more... )

There's a lot to say about today but for now, I just want to tell a really short story. I came home from a pretty bad day at work, and my boyfriend and I chit chat a little bit. Eventually he tells me that she talks about me as if she knew me, and when I ask, "How so?" he responds with, "Oh, she tells me 'John-Paul, I think she's the one!" Which is ( Read more... )