Knife Dance

Wow, rough day in the cake office. Many a confused old lady wandered across our threshold today, then wandered out again when we explained that the ravioli place is two doors down. Who are these little old ladies, and why are they all looking for raviolis? The world may never know.

When I'm not directing folks to Joey's Pasta or whatever, my job is to take phone orders and organize them in our janky* computers with a bakery program that I'm pretty sure was designed in the 80s. I was told by the managers that I'd get to spend some time in the bakery once I'm trained for the Cake Department with the computers, but they have yet to make good. I'm told by the counter-staff that the only way to squeeze myself in is to just show up in the morning and start hanging around. Too bad I'm sort of afraid of the baker. He's a big dude, New Yorker to the core, and while I was changing out of my bike clothes this morning in the upstairs employee bathroom I heard him vocally ripping his assistants a new orifice or two. The guy spends all day piping pretty little roses on fluffy, cream-filled confections, and yet he's got the build and demeanor of a Hell's Angel. He's totally awesome.

Also, weather? It was freezing today, and I had to ride my bike to and from work in a tank-top. That's the last time I leave the house without a sweater in mid-June... in New York City...

Anyways, here's some stop-motion candy from High School. Took me hours and I was late for my calculus class. I got a talking-to, but I din't care cuz I'm BAD TO THE BONE!!!




*Yeah son, "janky" is a word. Check it.