This isn't going to be one of those "I hate Monday" posts. I'm not about to tell you how I can't wait until Friday. Instead, I'm going to talk about my love hate relationship with Friday's. You're probably wondering how anyone could possibly hate a Friday. I don't completely hate them. Recall I said "love" hate relationship. It's not even all Friday's that I have a problem with. It's only every other one.
You see every other Friday I have to do an inventory on my department. That alone isn't so bad. I don't know how this happens but people around here must know which week we do inventory and that is when they plan their parties, picnics or events. That is when they call and order bread, cakes or whatever else they may need for said events. They even call that day and order them. I'm pretty sure they do this just to tick me off, I'm convinced of it. They know what kind of attitude I have.
So last Friday, it was inventory. I had my regular baking, I had an order for 18 loaves of Italian bread, sliced and I had a cake order. Oh wait, make that two cakes since Mrs. we want to celebrate the new baby decided to call that day and order a cake.
I filled this rack and another one like it twice with my baking
And then there was the cake for Mrs. we want to celebrate the new baby.
I'm so glad this isn't an inventory week. So glad in fact, that I don't even care that this is a Monday.