On Wednesday afternoon, my (moron) boss asked me to decorate two cakes for an incredibly rich Bel Aire family. They needed them Friday afternoon, and the blank cakes would be at the store on Thursday. Of course, I had my regular shifts from 7am-3:30pm both days. And my other job Thursday evening. So I worked from 7am on Thursday until 6pm Friday, that's right, 35 hours. Yay!
The cakes were delivered on time, but the Ariel one slid a bit and the sides were smooshed. It came back, I fixed it (took a little time, had to wait for the frosting and then match the color, etc.), sent it off again. I had a few more orders to do, but finally made it home, fairly exhausted at that point. And sure enough, an hour later, I get a message from an assistant manager saying the cake was damaged during transit, once again.
The first Little Mermaid cake was completely ruined, the design flattened, the sides sliced through. The driver wasn't particularly careful. Anyway, I had to come back in before 7am Saturday to do the entire cake over again by 9:30am. I ended up delivering it myself, haha. Oh, and then going back to work to close (12am) and do a couple more cakes.
Sorry, this is a total bitch-fest entry, but I need to get it off my chest. I was ultimately satisfied with the final products (and I got to see the customer's home when I delivered one. Wow. Having billionaire parents sure gets you an impressive mansion to hold your expensive crap), and needless to say, not having to go to work today was pretty sweet.
