Sunday Funday

Dug out the old polo shirt I was given over a year ago, the bakery staff used to wear burger uniforms in those days. It didn't quite fit but I'd be in the background working away so it wasn't quite as important as it could have been. Apart from the hour I was on tills.

It was a really quiet shift, that wad a good thing because I was being shown around, a manager was being trained and someone called in sick! All in a days work though. Most of my time was spent dressing the buns, nobody complained so it must have gone well.

Returning home and straight into the shower, I remembered how lucky I am to not be drenched in the smell of a burger bar every day, like I was for nearly three years before moving to a bakery. The only thing that makes the smell worthwhile is that burger bars are fun to work in.