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jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-09-10 07:50 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2006-09-10 07:50 pm
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Oddly, we don't actually bake that much in the bakery
I've discovered they have a very... direct, I suppose, way of teaching the newbies at work.
1. Hand subject a tube full of green frosting.
2. Go on lunch break.
Good thing is, I've had some experience in frosting-writing. They did not ask before walking off and leaving me on my own.
These last two nights, I've had to close on my own. This is quite a lot of work! I have to empty and wash the coffee pots, put out new coffee grounds for tomorrow, wipe down and scrub all the counters (there are five or six such surfaces), sweep the floor, mop the floor, put away the piles and piles of Italian bread, and take out the trash, all while continuing to make sure that there is enough of the specialty bread out and writing custom messages on cakes when asked to.
The bread takes about fifteen minutes to cook in the walk-in oven, but then it takes at least another thirty to cool down to the point where you can bag it up and put it on the shelf. Apparently everyone buys bread on Sunday, so I didn't get to start the clean-up process until 6 PM.
The bakery closes down at 7.
I'm still not sure how I got everything done.
So sore.
Edit:
Holy - ! So, one of the people who's been helping me learn the ropes (in a more productive way than leaving me standing there going, "But, um?") should be more familiar than he is. I thought I'd recognized the name, but I definitely didn't know his face. Yeah, the guy was in my High School graduating class. Whoops.
I suppose this is the time I should feel bad, but really I didn't know anyone in High School and no one knew me (which was at least a step up from middle school. I'd rather be a nobody than be the target of everyone's harassment). Now I kind of want to find a yearbook and see if I recognize him then. Maybe he was one of the nicer people. (At least I know he wasn't one of the people who attacked me. I remember all of their names.)
/edit
I was running commentary on the television show my father was watching last night (I have an unfortunate habit of not being able to shut up when watching television. Movie theaters or people telling me to be quiet can stop me, but not much else). He found it mostly amusing, so I was allowed to keep talking, but he did ask if I did this with shows I liked. Of course I do!
Somehow, this led to him wanting to watch Transformers. (...No, I don't get it, either.)
He wanted something silly, but didn't want Beast Wars (I do not know why), so we watched a few episodes of G1. I need to get some of the other series, really. He didn't have any problems with what he watched (and even admitted that it was very entertaining if you didn't take it seriously), but I think he probably would have liked one of the more recent ones better. Maybe Armada. I don't know.
I joked at one point that I must have been born a fan of the franchise, and Dad mentioned that the Autobot-Decepticon scene change thing was familiar. Apparently when two of my cousins visited (I was three at the time and so have no memory of this), they would watch Transformers. So now I can blame both my love of video games and my love of Transformers on my two oldest cousins on my father's side. Craaazy.
The Takara-type Beast Wars 10th Primal and Megatron set is showing up in stores. ...ack.
1. Hand subject a tube full of green frosting.
2. Go on lunch break.
Good thing is, I've had some experience in frosting-writing. They did not ask before walking off and leaving me on my own.
These last two nights, I've had to close on my own. This is quite a lot of work! I have to empty and wash the coffee pots, put out new coffee grounds for tomorrow, wipe down and scrub all the counters (there are five or six such surfaces), sweep the floor, mop the floor, put away the piles and piles of Italian bread, and take out the trash, all while continuing to make sure that there is enough of the specialty bread out and writing custom messages on cakes when asked to.
The bread takes about fifteen minutes to cook in the walk-in oven, but then it takes at least another thirty to cool down to the point where you can bag it up and put it on the shelf. Apparently everyone buys bread on Sunday, so I didn't get to start the clean-up process until 6 PM.
The bakery closes down at 7.
I'm still not sure how I got everything done.
So sore.
Edit:
Holy - ! So, one of the people who's been helping me learn the ropes (in a more productive way than leaving me standing there going, "But, um?") should be more familiar than he is. I thought I'd recognized the name, but I definitely didn't know his face. Yeah, the guy was in my High School graduating class. Whoops.
I suppose this is the time I should feel bad, but really I didn't know anyone in High School and no one knew me (which was at least a step up from middle school. I'd rather be a nobody than be the target of everyone's harassment). Now I kind of want to find a yearbook and see if I recognize him then. Maybe he was one of the nicer people. (At least I know he wasn't one of the people who attacked me. I remember all of their names.)
/edit
I was running commentary on the television show my father was watching last night (I have an unfortunate habit of not being able to shut up when watching television. Movie theaters or people telling me to be quiet can stop me, but not much else). He found it mostly amusing, so I was allowed to keep talking, but he did ask if I did this with shows I liked. Of course I do!
Somehow, this led to him wanting to watch Transformers. (...No, I don't get it, either.)
He wanted something silly, but didn't want Beast Wars (I do not know why), so we watched a few episodes of G1. I need to get some of the other series, really. He didn't have any problems with what he watched (and even admitted that it was very entertaining if you didn't take it seriously), but I think he probably would have liked one of the more recent ones better. Maybe Armada. I don't know.
I joked at one point that I must have been born a fan of the franchise, and Dad mentioned that the Autobot-Decepticon scene change thing was familiar. Apparently when two of my cousins visited (I was three at the time and so have no memory of this), they would watch Transformers. So now I can blame both my love of video games and my love of Transformers on my two oldest cousins on my father's side. Craaazy.
The Takara-type Beast Wars 10th Primal and Megatron set is showing up in stores. ...ack.