Well its almost been 1 month since I last sat down with 20-30 minutes spare to blog... Either time flies - or I have too many other things on the 'more important to do' list.
Well Im in my PJammers, and sitting comfortably so I shall begin,
mental block...
nothing funny springing to mind....
maybe I need to be in a hurry to be able to write something?
I guess I could tell about my really wonderful day of work at the greatest bakery in the world - and yes I do know that I quit 5 weeks ago - although my ex-bosses don't seem to understand the word.
So anyway when quitting 5 weeks ago, I foolishly said that if they needed someone to work desperately to give me a call and I would come in if I could...
Today was my 2nd friday shift - I only had 3 weeks off!
And as per usual it was a freaken shit fight from the minute I began till the minute I could escape.
The day I resigned there were 5 of us working the cream cake and mud cake section - this is how it progressed down hill from there....
Week 1; I left to pursue other things
Week 2 after I departed; Cara left having secured a job with her new qualifications - and good luck to her
Week 3 after I departed; Damien the supervisor of the section resigned having finally been given a long awaited position elsewhere
Week 4 after I departed; the new supervisor (1 day into the role) went out on STRESS leave!
Leaving only 1 personwho cant write on a cake and is a very slow decorator and is opening his own business in 3 weeks and is leaving then too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOD! The greatest bakery in the world just cannot keep good workers, and although I often say I don't know why, I certainly do after a shift there on a friday.
You seriously just battle all day - Its running out of mud cake (pretty important thing in a MUD Cake section) by 10am and the sponge/mud maker boy just shrugs...
Or its that orders for 3 tier iced wedding cakes are still being faxed thru at 12:30pm for saturday weddings!....
Or that the upstairs office girls swear they sent down a particular ribbon for a birthday cake on tuesday and 'if you cant find it then thats not my problem' (hey Im only there to help after all...)
Or that the volume of the radio has to be so loud to be heard over the noise of ovens, mixers, trolleys and 40 employee's that you cant even hear your mobile phone in your pocket..
It really wears you down by the end of the day. A shit fight.
They offered me the position of supervisor too, said they would pay me hansomely - how's $50 bucks an hour and a car sound??? hee hee- seeing there is no one else who wants to do the job. When I first got there this morning and was refreshed from 6 days away from the place I seriously thought about doing it. Was perhaps even having wishfull daydreams that I could be at work and jon stay at home and be a house husband... Hang on a minute now!!! Another 11 more hours of work sure cured that fancy....
So anyway the poor suckers down there are still working as I write - and probably will be there till midnight (they started at 5am) - hmmm why dont I want to keep working there?
Luckily I have a one year old to get into bed on time - otherwise I would of still been there to.
One of the bonus' of working there is that you walk around alot - and on my pedometer today I did 21,000 steps. Whew. And I resisted all temptations of mud cake off cuts.
Well I had better get this posted, and pop off to bed - hard day at the office and all....
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