moar cupcakes
Even though I have to wake up at ridiculous hours such as this, I love my job:
http://morecupcakes.com/
I'm here 3 to 4 days a week, setting up the display case (which is my absolute favorite thing to do here), boxing and bagging up adorable and absolutely delicious cupcakes for friendly and at times not so friendly patrons (but honestly, I'm so happy here that I don't even mind the grumpy ones!) and of course, eating as many cupcakes as the fat kid in me desires.
Salted caramel, you are my one true kryptonite.
In other news, I also work at Lion Head Pub, serving tables on weekends. It's the pits as far as patrons go (frat boys ordering Jager bombs for the slutwhority girls in hopes of totally scoring later, brah!) but the staff is super friendly and the tips aren't terrible. It's weird that I work where Ben used to barback. A lot of people ask me how he's doing and where he is and what happened with us. I don't care to get into specifics so I politely answer simply with, "I don't know, we don't talk. He's in Downriver Detroit, he left a year ago to go find himself." Anything further than that is really no one's business. He didn't say anything to them obviously, so I don't feel it's my right to elaborate.
Since I'm not making much hourly at More I have to take on the bull shit that is serving and bartending until I can get my feet wet and get into another bakery/pastry shop willing to train me in back of house.
Summer is here, I feel better than just fine, tests have been wearing me down but not entirely, and I know I should feel better about the things that I've accomplished since coming back to the city, but something is missing...
http://morecupcakes.com/
I'm here 3 to 4 days a week, setting up the display case (which is my absolute favorite thing to do here), boxing and bagging up adorable and absolutely delicious cupcakes for friendly and at times not so friendly patrons (but honestly, I'm so happy here that I don't even mind the grumpy ones!) and of course, eating as many cupcakes as the fat kid in me desires.
Salted caramel, you are my one true kryptonite.
In other news, I also work at Lion Head Pub, serving tables on weekends. It's the pits as far as patrons go (frat boys ordering Jager bombs for the slutwhority girls in hopes of totally scoring later, brah!) but the staff is super friendly and the tips aren't terrible. It's weird that I work where Ben used to barback. A lot of people ask me how he's doing and where he is and what happened with us. I don't care to get into specifics so I politely answer simply with, "I don't know, we don't talk. He's in Downriver Detroit, he left a year ago to go find himself." Anything further than that is really no one's business. He didn't say anything to them obviously, so I don't feel it's my right to elaborate.
Since I'm not making much hourly at More I have to take on the bull shit that is serving and bartending until I can get my feet wet and get into another bakery/pastry shop willing to train me in back of house.
Summer is here, I feel better than just fine, tests have been wearing me down but not entirely, and I know I should feel better about the things that I've accomplished since coming back to the city, but something is missing...