Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Today I loafed about the house until 'twas time for working. I arrived early and read Guns, Germs, and Steel over dinner, until Marlon sat next to me to give a Spanish lesson. He had me repeat things such as "That is beautiful", "now hiring", "highway", "children", "napkin", "pepper", "happy", and "Gina breaks my heart" [Gina is one of the cashiers].at 7:51 PM
I realized I shall not have a vehicle when I come to Texas. The Buick, poor piece of crap, won't make it to Little Rock. And it wouldn't pass any inspection. Scheisse. I must discuss a plan of action with The Father, in which he somehow helps me acquire another piece of poop, and I slowly reimburse him over the summer. The Evil Mall is less than two miles from where he and Terri live, though, so if worse comes to worse, I can always bike or walk. It will be good for my thighs.
Little Mikey, the guy my managers have been trying to train as the backup baker, opened bakery hung over this morning. He spewed at one point, and he didn't roll enough doughs. I had to bake his walk-in (overnight) dough this evening, because a party of seventy people called ahead. The buns he did roll baked off terribly. Unless one has done it one's self, ruining a hamburger bun might seem difficult to fathom, but it is quite possible. Little Mikey rolled almost every single bun either lopsided or with air bubbles. His poor performance in Bakery Land, over which I rule iron-fistedly, seems all the more odd because every other job (cashier, busing, expo) he does, he does very well.
I hope tomorrow I again train Christina. She provides satisfactory company with the added benefit of helping me finish everything early. If I finish early, I sometimes get to go home early, which is sehr gut, ja.
