Sorry, just because I'm not in culinary school and only do this part time doesn't mean I don't know what the fuck I am doing! But apparently the new shift manager at the bakery thinks otherwise. I've only been doing this since I got my learners permit when I was fifteen, you know? Maybe that means I know more about the day to day stuff.
We had some eggs that go out of date tomorrow, and as always, I was cracking them in the sink to wash the yolks down. Because if you just dump the entire thing in the compactor, it's going to stink. But I was apparently wasting time, goofing off, and should just throw it in there to get it over with. And we got into it until I finally did what I was asked. And predictably, they curdled in there because the kitchen stays freaking warm. Somehow this is my fault.
I'm just. I'm doing this for extra money, this isn't what I want to do with my life. My first job IS. I don't need this stress.[Armin]
Don't worry. I haven't done anything rash. I mean, not yet anyway. I'm slowly being driven there. But I know it's something I'd need to talk to you about first. I could find another part time job, or do door dash, maybe write some freelance articles on the side. Or. We could sit down and see if what I make at the newspaper would be enough for us if we slow down on spending on some things. I just. I need out of there.