The Worst Day of Work...
Since, you know, all I ever do is work, and all I even talk about is work, I'm going to post about... You guessed it... Work.
This morning I was supposed to go in from 6:30am till 9:30am to help a new girl open the shop. For those of you playing at home, an open shift is 6:30am-1:30pm and consists of opening the shop, getting the bread onto the shelves with prices tags etc, icing sweet goods (donuts, danishes, buns etc) and serving. So yeah, I was just there to help out.
The first thing to go wrong. I wake up at 6:26am. Yep, great start! Get there a little late, have to help NewGirl. She has NO idea, and has to be told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. CONSTANTLY. And THEN, the Head Baker told me that his apprentice baker had crushed his hand in the the dough mixer the day before. Well done. SO as well as training NG and doing my own job, I had to do the 2nd Bakers work. Yep I was HB's Oven Bitch. It was hot. In all senses of the word. On TOP of that, we had an order for 7:30am (half an hour after we open) that was for 36 sliced loaves of bread. So I had to do that as well. On TOP of THAT, HB is supposed to be on holidays 2moro, and therefore all the slices etc needed to be made, ready for the week ahead. GAH. So it was hard enough work as it was, I was running around CRAZY, trying to get bread outta the oven, serve, ice, make donuts and pizza and custard tarts... AND THEN... We get the surprise visit of the HEALTH INSPECTOR! Way to go dude, pick on us at out lowest. As if that wasn't enough, HB made me call him 'Master' all the time, while he was calling me 'Girly'. Coz yeah that's totally fair. Gah, it sucked so much butt. It may not sound bad, but it was mega stressful this morning. I ended up leaving at 1:30, FOUR HOURS after I was supposed to.
Oh, and I have three... no four new burns. One is an 'L' shape on the top of my left forearm. So far that arm has three big burns on it. I look like I should belong in an asylum. On my right arm, I have one that's about 4 cm long, just a line and then two smaller ones. But one of the smaller ones is right where I lean my arm on the laptop to type, which means I keep rubbing it. It's annoying.
That's pretty much all I have to bitch about.
We got a new dining room table. Its very long. It'll be good for playing poker on...
Night all.
This morning I was supposed to go in from 6:30am till 9:30am to help a new girl open the shop. For those of you playing at home, an open shift is 6:30am-1:30pm and consists of opening the shop, getting the bread onto the shelves with prices tags etc, icing sweet goods (donuts, danishes, buns etc) and serving. So yeah, I was just there to help out.
The first thing to go wrong. I wake up at 6:26am. Yep, great start! Get there a little late, have to help NewGirl. She has NO idea, and has to be told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. CONSTANTLY. And THEN, the Head Baker told me that his apprentice baker had crushed his hand in the the dough mixer the day before. Well done. SO as well as training NG and doing my own job, I had to do the 2nd Bakers work. Yep I was HB's Oven Bitch. It was hot. In all senses of the word. On TOP of that, we had an order for 7:30am (half an hour after we open) that was for 36 sliced loaves of bread. So I had to do that as well. On TOP of THAT, HB is supposed to be on holidays 2moro, and therefore all the slices etc needed to be made, ready for the week ahead. GAH. So it was hard enough work as it was, I was running around CRAZY, trying to get bread outta the oven, serve, ice, make donuts and pizza and custard tarts... AND THEN... We get the surprise visit of the HEALTH INSPECTOR! Way to go dude, pick on us at out lowest. As if that wasn't enough, HB made me call him 'Master' all the time, while he was calling me 'Girly'. Coz yeah that's totally fair. Gah, it sucked so much butt. It may not sound bad, but it was mega stressful this morning. I ended up leaving at 1:30, FOUR HOURS after I was supposed to.
Oh, and I have three... no four new burns. One is an 'L' shape on the top of my left forearm. So far that arm has three big burns on it. I look like I should belong in an asylum. On my right arm, I have one that's about 4 cm long, just a line and then two smaller ones. But one of the smaller ones is right where I lean my arm on the laptop to type, which means I keep rubbing it. It's annoying.
That's pretty much all I have to bitch about.
We got a new dining room table. Its very long. It'll be good for playing poker on...
Night all.
posted by Caity | 10:17 PM
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