Surviving the weekend: brought to you by sore feet, bruised knuckles, and burnt finger tips.
Yeah — I just started a new job.
Other than a few mishaps here and there, everything is going well — it’s not my ideal type of work (their pastry is very “homey” and everything gets garnished with a gooseberry), but I work with friendly people and I stay pretty busy on dessert station most of the night.
That said, having the last two months off has definitely been nice.
As a person who’s almost always had kind of employment (and school) going on since age 15, finally being able to afford some downtime has been unreal.
I went to the beach, slept in, caught up with friends, did nothing, made sketches of desserts and played around in my tiny kitchenette on more productive days.
Sigh — going back to work is always bitter-sweet…
On one hand I love working and being busy, but on the other hand I like being able to sit around with a glass of wine whenever I want.
Oh, and making tasty things whenever I want, like frozen limoncello parfaits.