When I first started at the bakery, I was really excited; finally, a way to get out of Bullmoose, to do what I've been wanting to do since high school. And at first, the workload was both challenging and exciting, though I was kind of alienated by how different it was than how I imagined my perfect bakery scenario. Still, excited.
The charm wore off quickly when I switched to full time. Suddenly, my boss was a dick to me, treats me like I'm stupid, and that everything I do is wrong...can't answer a question straight, can't say please or thank you...it was getting so strained that I couldn't talk to him without being hella sassy, and I was starting to dread going into work. I also realized quickly how much I took for granted being able to sleep like a normal person. That's not something I've ever valued because I never slept like a normal person much to begin with, but now that I'm working at night, all I want to do is sleep through it. And the hours are strange because we never know how long we're going to be there. I worked my first 12 1/2 hour shift yesterday.
I'm pretty sure that my coworker had a talk with my boss, however, because the past few days haven't been so bad. He hasn't been exactly nice, but definitely not an outright asshole. He even said please and thank you twice the other day...and you wouldn't believe what kind of an improvement that is. And I love the rest of my coworkers...especially this little Cambodian woman named Chooen (pronounced chewin') who loves me so much and lets me know it every chance she gets. She started wearing a Santa hat around today, and she called me "princess". I'm also getting free donuts and bread...and I found this on the punch clock yesterday:


Aww.

I've also gotten more smallish injuries in just the past week than I have in months. As of now, it stands as three deep cuts on my fingers and palms, the skin rubbed away from two knuckles, a pulled muscle in my left shoulder, a little bruising and a lot of pain from getting my hand caught in a big metal mixer, a bruise on my elbow from a bread box, and this sideways heart shaped burn from a muffin pan on my arm:


And apparently for the next few days everyone will be working 19-20 hour days, to get Christmas orders done.
Basically, what I'm saying is, sometimes I love my job, and sometimes it's absolutely overwhelming.

And speaking of overwhelming, how is everyone doing with Christmas?
Cause I'm still not ready. I don't think I'll be ready this year.




The best ever death metal band in Lewiston.






I'm hanging out with the pets a lot these days.


Christmas craft carnage.


That "overwhelmed" thing I was talking about.



In the end, I've got this paper mache chicken, and that makes things alright.