a slice of donut life

that awkward moment when...

   ...I'm pulling cake donuts out of the display case and inadvertently slam the glass door shut on my fingers and suddenly my thumb is bleeding all over the customer's donuts...awwwwwwkkkkwardddd...:/

   ...I'm giving the lady in the drive-thru her bag of kolaches and the cigarette between her fingers brushes against my hand and I get burneddd. :(

   ...I'm having terrible abdominal cramps and want to rush off to the bathroom, but the kind elderly gentleman I just gave coffee wants to stand around and talk and talk and talk about the weather and field hockey and a million other things and I'm..in..PAIN! ._.

   So, sometimes something as innocent as a job at a donut shop can be extremely painful! :)

the homeschool duo
  
   My newest co-worker is a homeschool mom! I was in complete shock...seriously, I was so different from all my other co-workers, and here comes the last person in the whole world I expected to work with. Plus...she lives in Christina's neighborhood. :D

   When I mentioned I run, she said, "Oh...do you know Christina van Rheeden?"
   Me: "Yes! She's like my BEST FRIEND!!"

dye and deny...and diets

  I love picking up bits and pieces of customer's conversations. For instance, the other day when I overheard a girl tell her friend, "Oh, I'm a natural blonde...I just dye my roots brown!" in a very sincere voice.

   I looked up, out of curiosity. Very dark roots. Very fake blonde hair. Hmmmm...not quite buying the story, girlie. (;

   And then there are those health nuts who try to rationalize eating at donut shops...hahahaha, I love them to death. They're the ones who get the small skim milks with their little bag of non-glazed donut holes while looking piteously at the fresh racks of chocolate-covered, custard-filled bars...

   Random lady: Do you have anything that's low-fat, no-calorie, or sugar-free here?
   Me: Bottled water...

   But seriously, if you're on a diet, you have come to the absolutely wrong place!

odoriferous andi 

   Po: I smell donuts!
   Greyson: You smell Andrea.

  My siblings think I should open my own line of perfume, since I come home from work smelling deep-fried...YUCK!! I honestly hate the smell of donuts now, and have lost my taste for them as well. In a way, I'm kind of sad, but it can't be bad for me!

   Now if I could only find an oreo factory to work at--that should cure my addiction. Except I love oreos sooo much, I don't know if I want to stop eating them. :P When I'm forty, my liver will probably be this giant pulsating sandwich cookie haha...wowwww. I need to cut back. (;