ick is treatable so it was off to petco. this week so sucks for me. first we're very busy- sick busy and i'm having problems with my assistant who has turned into a fucking colombian femme princess and now dead and sick fish. if anyone out there would like to come into work a few hours here and there and learn pastry with me- please do.( (um i am a pastry chef which isn't apparent from anything i post i suppose). i am sick of only spanish, speaking about nothing of any interest or intelligence( save the french chef who has an existential bent) from people i have nothing in common with who are frankly mostly with a few exceptions not very good at their jobs.
i'm serious here-i can't stand that i only have meaningful conversations daily with a siberian cat and cranky tortie and have to whack people with a fucking stick to get them to work. think of it- getting paid and free cake.
mmm cake....