This is summer?

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been snapping at people a lot easier lately. That whole anal-retentive OCD thing I have going. Sometimes people deserve it. Usually not.

Suzanne and I push each other’s buttons. And I think I’ve been getting better and just taking a breath and telling myself to be cool, bitch. Because there are times when she is actually being completely reasonable. So I’ve been trying to not give her a hard time. You know, save it. *smirks* Because I’m going to give her a hard time at some point or another.

With knowing more, it’s VERY hard to just focus on one thing and do it well. Even when multi-tasking. I could have finished paninis earlier today if I wasn’t disturbed into doing other taskes. So glad nobody actually bitched about it. I’m trying to think of when I actually finished paninis. I want to say 11:20. That’s far better than last week when I finished around 11:05. I should factor in that I came in last Saturday at 7, and came in at 8 this Saturday. Part of the problem with the weekend panini-making is that we sell more. So I had to make 30 frontegas today, simply because we didn’t have any leftover in the fridge from the day before.

For the record, they go from the fridge into the steamer. And after four hours in the steamer, they’re supposed to be tossed.

I guess I’m saying that it’s hard to get into a groove of doing my own thing when I keep being told to do something else. I’ve come to take manager decisions as a suggestion. I’m not going to go run through dining room when there’s suddenly an order up and nobody’s on line.

Eh, whatever. I can do anything.

I have off tomorrow. Normally, Erik’s parents throw a huge bash on the fourth of July. This year, they decided to shift it to this Sunday. So, it’ll be a third of July party. And Monday, I’ll have three hours to close bakery. It’ll be a challenge to get out in half an hour and have all my shit done. Eh, I’m the best, I’ll be out in under forty-five minutes.

Oh, and I didn’t get a break today. And it just so happened that I spilled into overtime. Oh daRn. I happened to make a pbj wrong, so I saved it for later and ate it. Yes, it is possible to make a pbj wrong. First, I missed it because it was on the bottom of the screen. Melissa told me to make a pbj. So I made it. Then she said it had to be on Honey Wheat. I held down my rage.

She apologized. And I admitted it was my fault. I’m quite humble if given the chance.