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i feel as though i could write an extremely accomplished novel of just the things that happen every day at my job. just how all the characters interact and behave around each other, and what they're like physically.
everyone is SO INTERESTING, it just floors me how diverse this place is, yet all connected.
most of the people who work there are connected by family:
1. Robert, the owner, who looks like a slighty skinnier pothead santa claus (seriously, he smokes as much weed as his son) and is always yelling and swearing to no one in general.
2. Robert's sister, who is a middle-aged woman who stills thinks she's 20. every word she says has something to do with how awful her boyfriend is, or how little time she has left to get pregnant. (her 'eggs,' as she always talks about)
3. Eddie, Robert's son, 21, who already has a receding hairline fron bleaching ad dyeing his hair too many different wacky colors. he spends about 700 dollars on weed weekly, and steps out back with his dad every once and a while to smoke a joint during work. seriously. i take my cigarette breaks with him when things are slow, and he tells me a lot of awesome stories about varied things.
4. Eddie's twin brother, 21, just like eddie but with a few more moles, but doesn't meddle in drugs. just drinks a lot lot lot of alcohol. he stares at me alot from the main bake room, but i don't mind. i like to talk to him. i smoke with him on break if eddie is busy.
5. Carol, somehow related, very old and munchkin-like, but otherwise very nice.
and then there's all us other ones:
the cake boxers:
1. mark, 18, has a birthmark on his head that makes his hair grow white in a certain spot. he tells everyone that he was struck with lightning an that's why it's white, and they all believe him.
2. kevin, 22, prozac junkie, or vicodin junkie, or generic painkiller junkie. obviously a LOT of fun to talk to. heh.
3. zeffer, 23, friends with mark and kevin, otherwise very nice. i talk to him alot about whatever question he asks me.
the decorators:
1. me, 16, the slave to everyone else becuase i'm new.
2. jojo, 19, the girl i work alongside with everyday. reallllly likes soccer, we listened to all the world cup games on the mexican radio channel, and she translated for us.
3. linda, 70-ish, also munchkin-like, very nice to me. she makes the majority of the sex cakes and all the sculpted cakes.
4.tammy- just left, since she was about 15 months pregnant. decorated in my place 'till i just took over for her.
5. all the ladies that mesh into one that work downstairs in the wedding cake room. also nice.
6. luis, the only male decorator besides kevin. he's just as new as me, and i never know what him and jo-jo are talking about. i forgot all my basic spanish.
7. lorraine, 40-something, about 350 pounds. swears at everyone and everything, and she has to use a walker because she can barely move without it. she doesn't bother with anybody's names; she calls everyone peanut. or she calls me eva gabor or zsa zsa gabor. from what eddie told me, she used to be even fatter until she was forced to lose some weight in a hopital, but she gained back 40 since all she eats is frosting and egg mc muffins. she makes really nice entertainment, though.
managers:
1. kevin, the guy who hired me, 40-ish. very jolly, and he drinks as much diet pepsi as me! he's leaving soon to go work for nestle, and everything will fall apart once he's gone since he does 5 peoples jobs.
2. connie, 50, nice polish lady, but doesn't know what deodorant is. you can literally smell her from 3 feet away. her smell lingers in a spot after she's walked away. gah. she hammers all the platforms for the wedding cakes, and she really don't have to bang it so hard.
spanish guys and women: 30-60-ish, kind of creep me out, make pastries or deliver cakes. ask me lots of questions, and i can't understand what they say in their accents.
a novel? a book? yeah!
i think i should write up something about this. just a life story about eddie and his twin would be pretty entertaining. he's even been on a high-speed chase on his 21st birthday becuase he didn't want to get caught with weed, but he did anyways, and had to leave early from work the other day to go to court. hah. he is such a wonderful loser.
somebody come order a cake from my bakery so i can decorate it awesomely for you.
everyone is SO INTERESTING, it just floors me how diverse this place is, yet all connected.
most of the people who work there are connected by family:
1. Robert, the owner, who looks like a slighty skinnier pothead santa claus (seriously, he smokes as much weed as his son) and is always yelling and swearing to no one in general.
2. Robert's sister, who is a middle-aged woman who stills thinks she's 20. every word she says has something to do with how awful her boyfriend is, or how little time she has left to get pregnant. (her 'eggs,' as she always talks about)
3. Eddie, Robert's son, 21, who already has a receding hairline fron bleaching ad dyeing his hair too many different wacky colors. he spends about 700 dollars on weed weekly, and steps out back with his dad every once and a while to smoke a joint during work. seriously. i take my cigarette breaks with him when things are slow, and he tells me a lot of awesome stories about varied things.
4. Eddie's twin brother, 21, just like eddie but with a few more moles, but doesn't meddle in drugs. just drinks a lot lot lot of alcohol. he stares at me alot from the main bake room, but i don't mind. i like to talk to him. i smoke with him on break if eddie is busy.
5. Carol, somehow related, very old and munchkin-like, but otherwise very nice.
and then there's all us other ones:
the cake boxers:
1. mark, 18, has a birthmark on his head that makes his hair grow white in a certain spot. he tells everyone that he was struck with lightning an that's why it's white, and they all believe him.
2. kevin, 22, prozac junkie, or vicodin junkie, or generic painkiller junkie. obviously a LOT of fun to talk to. heh.
3. zeffer, 23, friends with mark and kevin, otherwise very nice. i talk to him alot about whatever question he asks me.
the decorators:
1. me, 16, the slave to everyone else becuase i'm new.
2. jojo, 19, the girl i work alongside with everyday. reallllly likes soccer, we listened to all the world cup games on the mexican radio channel, and she translated for us.
3. linda, 70-ish, also munchkin-like, very nice to me. she makes the majority of the sex cakes and all the sculpted cakes.
4.tammy- just left, since she was about 15 months pregnant. decorated in my place 'till i just took over for her.
5. all the ladies that mesh into one that work downstairs in the wedding cake room. also nice.
6. luis, the only male decorator besides kevin. he's just as new as me, and i never know what him and jo-jo are talking about. i forgot all my basic spanish.
7. lorraine, 40-something, about 350 pounds. swears at everyone and everything, and she has to use a walker because she can barely move without it. she doesn't bother with anybody's names; she calls everyone peanut. or she calls me eva gabor or zsa zsa gabor. from what eddie told me, she used to be even fatter until she was forced to lose some weight in a hopital, but she gained back 40 since all she eats is frosting and egg mc muffins. she makes really nice entertainment, though.
managers:
1. kevin, the guy who hired me, 40-ish. very jolly, and he drinks as much diet pepsi as me! he's leaving soon to go work for nestle, and everything will fall apart once he's gone since he does 5 peoples jobs.
2. connie, 50, nice polish lady, but doesn't know what deodorant is. you can literally smell her from 3 feet away. her smell lingers in a spot after she's walked away. gah. she hammers all the platforms for the wedding cakes, and she really don't have to bang it so hard.
spanish guys and women: 30-60-ish, kind of creep me out, make pastries or deliver cakes. ask me lots of questions, and i can't understand what they say in their accents.
a novel? a book? yeah!
i think i should write up something about this. just a life story about eddie and his twin would be pretty entertaining. he's even been on a high-speed chase on his 21st birthday becuase he didn't want to get caught with weed, but he did anyways, and had to leave early from work the other day to go to court. hah. he is such a wonderful loser.
somebody come order a cake from my bakery so i can decorate it awesomely for you.