August 3-5, 2010.
At the beginning of this week, a sad truth hit my brain harder than my coffee cake hit the floor that one time.
It’s my last week at Baked!
It’s hard to believe I’ve only been here for ten weeks. My coworkers have practically become like family-- in fact, they claim to be my mother, grandmother, aunt, and brother. I probably shouldn’t believe them.
I guess they thought it would be fun to torture me on my last day, so of course I ended up making cinnamon buns after I was promised that I would never make them again. Important lesson #27: Don’t trust people who falsely claim to be your relatives.
Other than that it wasn’t a very busy week. I didn’t do anything new or learn anything really important other than Santa is always watching me. I was pelted with sprinkles, hearts, nuts, and paper towels and I had buttercream, ganache, cake batter, and who knows what else smeared all over my arms at random times throughout my last days here. But those are normal parts of working at Baked.
This has been one of the best experiences of my so far very short life, and I’m going to miss it a lot. I doubt I’ll ever again have such a great time burning, bruising, and cutting myself in a hot kitchen while working my muscles until I can’t move them anymore when I’m covered in food, partially because I’m not the cleanest worker and partially because of my coworkers. I’ll especially miss being called “Sassafras the Deserter”, “Stupid Face”, and all the other wonderful nicknames I was given.
In case you were wondering, I’m being 100% serious and in no way sarcastic. Baked is awesome. I miss it already.
If it was half as much fun working there as it was just reading of your experiences, I would miss it too... but good job on the writing and everything. It was fantastic. :)
ReplyDeleteGoodbye, The Baked Chronicles! You will be missed. :(