I was so pissed off last week about having to work 6 days a week and not getting a long weekend like everyone else (Monday was Queen’s Birthday holiday).
Not that I don’t like work, mind you. I love money and I don’t mind the work that ensures it. But everytime someone needs an off day I’m always there to cover them. But when I need an off day no one prefers to do it, not even when they know I live an hour away and them getting to work only takes 10 minutes drive.
So in revenge I scheduled myself a 4 day off day.
They can’t say anything. I was the only one working on Monday and so I had full reign of the rostering PLUS I am the senior-est person there and whatever I decide on roster goes. HAH!
(I’m not completely evil. I got my boss’s blessing for the off first before I rostered everyone else. He probably thought it’d be a better idea to give me whatever I want because I came to work in a really foul mood!)
(Also, because I up his sales by $500+ everytime, so he better treats his best salesperson…or else!)
(But then again, I can’t stop talking about breads and their merit so I don’t mind doing it.)
I am SO going to open a bakery one day.
As much as I complain about work conditions, I really can’t deny it now. I LOVE working in a bakery. I quit this job about a month after I move an hour away to be with my Hero but I returned immediately when they’re having staffing problems and for a while I juggled two jobs on top of studies. I love both jobs and I appreciate it more so because I know it’s temporary.
Lately I have been thinking strongly of having my own bakery. I realize how excited I was to be back at my old job, selling breads. Heck, I quit an easy job to get this job when it was advertised!
Viennas, sourdoughs, baguettes, French sticks, grissinis…I especially love working morning shifts because that’s when the fresh bread smells waft in from the kitchen. Sure, I’d come to work half-dead in the morning and not completely up yet but a V or two will fix that in a jiffy. Then I’m ready to pounce on you and advise you on the best bread to eat with drizzle of olive oil (that’ll be tiger bread) or with that soup you’re planning to make this evening (sourdough! Sourdough!).
The best customers are also the morning customers who come around with their coffee-to-go or hot-choco-to-go and get a croissant or two from you and stop by for a chat. Oh, how I love them. They know my name since I wear a tag but I don’t know their names. Still, that’ll never stop me chattering especially after 750ml of energy drink caffeine!
Filed under: This is my life
I love the smell of freshly baked bread, too. We got a bread-making machine a few months back. I always prefer to toss in the ingredients the night before and program the machine so that we’d wake up to freshly baked bread in the morning. Yummm.
Most beautiful picture I’ve seen on the web all day. I can smell it from here.
Now, as a worrying friend, let me day, don’t work yourself too hard, dear. I feel much better having said it.
i never read about someone whom is so fascinated about bread making until i read this post.
my free advice is, if you love it, go for it..