STUPID PEOPLE DAY!!!!
First off. . .
I get to work and my fryer meets me as I come in the store. (SO not a good sign)
Our proofer is not working. Great.
So I call the Asst. Store Mgr. because I don't know who to call to fix it. Can we say NOT MY JOB??
And she says. . .
"What's a proofer?"
"Is it important?"
"Do you need it?"
Yeah. And SHE'S THE ASSISTANT STORE MANAGER!!!!
So. . .we get that all sorted out.
Then one by one all the STUPID PEOPLE IN THE WORLD (or at least in my small part of Kansas) start calling the bakery.
You know, I wish that people would get a clue BEFORE they call and want us to do things for them. . . LIKE WHAT THEY WANT BEFORE THEY CALL!!
That's not asking too much is it?
I guess so, because they just kept calling. And just kept expecting us to know what they want to order without them actually TELLING US!!
I need tequila.
Thank God our store christmas party is Sunday. I need to drink, smoke and listen to VERY LOUD MUSIC.
And I'm dancing.
No, he doesn't dance.
Especially since the LAST time he danced with me, after I begged and begged and begged was the night that he had a massive heart attack and ended up with open heart surgery, 6 weeks off of work and a really sexy scar down his chest. (at least I think so. I love scars. on men. Okay, I just love men.)
Is it Sunday yet?
Fuck me to tears. Please.