k, just had what could possibly be the worst day at work EVER. nothing from ma past job could compare to the humiliation and misery of today.

we do cakes the day before they're due. so we were working on saturday's orders today. saturday....is a BUSY day. 8 wedding cakes, and 59 orders (not including all the last minute orders we took today, which totaled 5). so. 64 orders. i get there @ 10 and they want me to start icing cakes. i start with the hardest, full sheet cakes. this shit they use as "buttercreme" icing is awful! it's fuckin spackle. it takes me, literally...2.5 hours to ice 8 full sheet cakes. which, in ma old bakery, i could have 3 times the amount done in the same time.

not to mention of the 8, i had to scrape and re-do 5 of them. i'd like to think it wasn't my fault. they didn't tell me that if the cake was going to get an edible image (a photo printed out wif edible ink on edible paper) the image had to be put on the cake when the icing was freshly applied. *siggghhhhhhhhhhhhh*

it's now 2...and i see both of the decorators in the back office, having a heated discussion wif the head decorator, who's doing wedding cakes. they come back and tell me i'm done icing cakes. they're too far behind, and all i'm doing is creating more work. the put me decorating cookies and cupcakes. and neither of them said another word to me for the rest of the day.

i seriously had to fight back tears. i'm a GOOD fuckin decorator. i KNOW i am. YA'LL know i am. i just can NOT get the hang of this icing. it's shit. any cake i iced today wif whipped creme or fudge, BAM, 10-15 minutes and per-fuckin-fection.

i did the cookies n cupcakes, made a few strawberry pies, and when i asked if there was anything else i could do, was told to just go home. i swear to christ i've never been so humiliated in my life. i wanted to stand in the middle of the bakery and scream that i know what the fuck i'm doing! i'm half tempted to have ma bestest clerk back in fla overnite me some REAL buttercreme just to show the fuckers what i can do.

i decided to treat maself to a 6 pack of mickeys. slightly cheaper than red stripe, and ma guilty pleasure. poor dum don't know what to do wif me. walked in and started telling him 'bout the day from hell...then promptly burst into tears. LOL.

it'll get better....hopefully

everyone (mostly) knows ma sister's a part of this site..

then today, in chat, someone asked me how many siblings i have?

one of the biggest fights i had wif MIL was her callin ma dad ma "step father" and my siblings "step brother or step sister"

no no no no no nononononononononononono. that's not ma "step" dad....that's ma DAD. has been since i was 10 when he married ma mom, and always will be. and that's NOT my "step" sister....ffs, she kicked ma hand in ma mom's tum, i held her when she was not but a few hours old. she's my SISTER..

i do have another sister...4 years older. i've never seen her. only spoke on the phone once or twice. the both of us never knew the other existed until later in life. i was 16. she was 20. over the phone we found incredibly crazy similarities.. same music tastes, same clothing tastes, same political tastes...

the last time i talked to her....she apologized for not writing/calling. seems she had been in the african desert.....and had lost her addy book. LOL. she is me. she's everything i ever wanted to be. she left africa to move back to cali....as she was studying whales......

i've lost her for now. moved too many times, as has she... but OMG what a beautiful person to be connected to. i'd hope to find her again.......one day....

ma first day went well. they said i could come back at any rate! lmfaoooooo!!!!

i'm the grunt of the decorator section. do all the shit none of the other decorators wanna do. let's see....last night i decorated like 60 giant sugar cookies (grad caps, butterflies, strawberries, smiley faces), i iced up a dozen or so cakes. no, i don't get to decorate yet, lol....i just ice em so the "real decorators" can decorate em. then i made 20 or so mini cakes into ladybugs.

it's a fuckin huge operation. i was floored when i asked how many ppl work there, and was told almost 50. it's gonna take me for fuckin EVER to learn everyone's name. i suck @ that.

the best parts?!? i gots ma own radio, and can listen to whatever i want. and the entire time i was there, didn't talk to ONE customer!! lol....

i should be leavin the house today @ 4pm. don't have to be there till 5, but it's ma first time driving there by myself, and smack dab in the middle of rush hour traffic. i'm not super nervous. know i'll do fine. it's such a short shift, only 6 hours. lol...HUGE change from ma last job, huh?

i think gettin to wear jeans, and getting to listen to ma music, is going to go a long way to makin me a bit more comfy.

oh! and everyone knows me as kricket up there. LOL

...round n round blog-land singing "i got a joooooooooooooob, i got a jooooooooooooob!"

heheheheehehehe

yep. ya lookin @ st. louis' newest cake decorator it's a good size private bakery specializing in donuts, pastries, gourmet cakes, and yes...wedding/b-day/ect. cakes. i won't be baking. just decorating. hell, i don't even gotta talk to customers. i'm in the back, wif ma radio, elbow deep in buttercreme. whoohhoooo!

the hours suck, the pay sucks (to start, raises are "quick and generous", but i'm back doing exactly what i want to do. i start on wednesday. i can't wait!

i'm truly one of the NN elite now. i have ma very own stalker. bwahahahahaha

i've sent all the lovely details to support, and expect it to be taken care of rather quickly.

all i know is someone's gotta be REALLY bored to stalk me of all the people on here

why i'm so grumpy when i wake up every morning? i'm one of those people who do NOT like to be touched when i'm sleeping. for the most part, anyway. being woken up in certain ways is acceptable. but i digress. i like to be able to stretch out and not have anyone or anything touching me.

since i moved up here. it's been a crowded bed. there's me, dums, and the now 70 lb rayce. and rayce likes to stretch out more than me. in a full size bed. not a queen, not a king, a full size. *sighs*

dum says i'm imagining things. and i have PLENTY of room. so night before last, when rayce had kicked me outta bed AGAIN, snapped this pic.



ya see that teeny, tiny lil space up near the top of the bed? where the blue is showing? yea. that's where i have to sleep.

and ya'll wonder why i'm such a grump in the morning.....

we met a fellow NNer yesterday, and while i was completely shocked (they were NOTHING like i'd imagined) we were both pleasantly surprised, and had entirely too good of a time. hope we can do it again, and soon!

and in the "no good deed goes unpunished" news...dum's dad is always talking fondly of how he used to have a hot pepper garden. so while we were out last week, saw some pepper plants (jumbo jalapeno and seranno) that were kinda cheap. bought them, brought them home, and planted them into a decorative pot on the porch for dum's dad to putz over. ya know, water em, weed from time to time. just something for him to do. que dum's mom. LMFAOOOOOOO.....apparently. they have to be re-potted. i did it wrong. they're not 18" apart. WWIII. lord n lady spare me from old people who have nothing better to do...

we went fishing again yesterday. but to a park 'round our house. no ticks, and this time i brought sunscreen. what i did NOT bring was insect repellent. so of course i got eaten by skeeters. LMFAO i can't win!

afterward, we cleaned up, and went to one of our favorite local pubs. this was a first since i've moved up here. we went to meet a friend of ours, but he was running late. didn't matter. two of ma favorite girlies were there, one tending bar, the other just hanging out. got 2 interesting job leads from both of them. one has a friend who owns a bakery in the city,and could possibly need a decorator, and the other has a friend who has a friend who's opening a bar on main st. and needs barkeeps and cocktail waitresses. good money waitin tables, and dum said he didn't mind TOO much LOL.

drinks were flowing, cherry bombs for me and jager bombs for dum and we both got highly intoxicated. the very bestest part? since the bartender LOVES me, and since everyone missed me, only spent a total of $23 for an entire night of drinking. whoooohooo!

so dum wanted to go fishing yesterday. and i, being the wonderfully perfect and kind girlfriend that i am, said we could go. never mind it was bloody freezing when we woke up. it turned out to be a beautiful day. figuring it might stay chilly, i wore jeans and sneakers, wif ma one concession to any possible heat being a bikini top under ma t-shirt.

we drove to the busch wildlife refuge. and, it being pretty, and a sunday, they were packed. still, we drove 'round some of the 22 manmade lakes, and i spotted the perfect spot. semi secluded, and nobody else fishing there. we set up, dum wif his 3 different fishing poles, i and ma beach towel, beer and a book.

it was quite warm, so off came the t-shirt, and i actually wished i'd worn shorts. everything was wonderful (for me, dum wasn't catching anythin) till i notice a strange lookin red crab/spider like bug crawling on ma blanket. i point it out to dum. yep it's a tick. i flick it away. 5 seconds later, another of these nasty lil buggers is crawling on ma blanket. by this time, i'm in full on girl mode, but not wanting dum to get fed up wif any bitching and ruin his good time, i stay mostly quiet about it. i DO relocate to on TOP of the cooler. making sure all parts of me stay AWAY from the ground.

ahhhh....back to ma beer and ma book. a brief interruption by a 12 or 13 year old boy asking dum if he'd caught anything. dum informs me after he leaves he just wanted to look at ma boob. i guess he WOULD be the expert on an immature male mind LOL. all is well until i'm absentmindedly rubbing my knee as i read. it's kinda itchy. then i notice a bump under ma jeans where there should NOT be one. up comes the pants leg and OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGG i got another tick on me!!! full on girl mode LOUDLY this time. i scream and get it the fuck off me. after another 1/2 hour of me repeatedly checking ma legs for these fuckin lil bloodsuckers. i wind up pickin another 3 from ma socks and pants.

dum decides he's had it wif this lake. we make a quick pitstop @ the visitors center, hopefully for some sort of spray and, because, well, because i'm a very very white girl who don't do sun that often, and i can feel an all too familiar tingle on ma back and shoulders. they're out of both.

lucky, by this time, i've got enough of a buzz that the sun dosn't bother me anymore. and we hike to a lil pond dum knows of. i did NOT bring ma towel, as i know ticks seem to like that shade of green or something. now i have no where to sit. and i sure as hell ain't sittin on the ground. it's hard to read and drink a beer when ya constantly checking ya legs, and picking off the next 4 ticks that find their way to me. i have, as of that moment, had ENOUGH wilderness. add to that ma back is burned AND dum making "country girl" cracks. FFS, i've never even SEEN a tick before, in all ma years on the bayou.

we head home, dum caught 2 very small bluegill, and 2 very LARGE turtles. i promise we can return tomarrow. on our way home, i pick off ANOTHER 2 ticks....

at home, old people be damned. i inform dum he will be joining me in the shower, to help me look for more ticks. he winds up pulling 2 MORE off my legs!!! and all day, he had exactly ONE tick on him, of which i'm pretty sure jumped OFF of me. fuckers.

now i'm burned, and keep itching, even tho i know there's no more on me. grrrrrrrrrr we're goin to the bass pro shop for some form of industrial strength tick repellent today, or i will NOT set foot on that reserve again.

i guess yankee ticks can't resist ma sweet southern blood!

*exits shuddering and scratching her legs*