So some time ago back in December one of our bakers slipped on black ice, broke her ankle and screwed up her other leg, and so far she's been out of commission. My ABM was out on surgery leave for 8 weeks to correct his sleep apnea, which I didn't realize was a thing as I thought he had surgery on his neck for one of his major neck veins.

My boss didn't realize I could bake as well on top of decorating. So when he finally remembered, 'hey, this one can bake too' despite his previous discrimination, put me on baking duty for the past couple of months. Yes, I did learn how to do nearly everything at my previous store since we were tremendously short-handed on staff to the point where I would be repeatedly denied vacation time because 'someone else was going' and would be forced to give it up for them to go, as they were more important.

It's been rough waking up at 2 am so I can be at work by 3 and have nearly all of the morning bread and breakfast items ready or nearly ready by 7 am. It's been rougher being next to a hot oven and coming home drenched in sweat, and not being able to keep water nearby so I don't pass out. It's also been rough as I've had big shoes to fill, as the baker that's out somehow always made her stuff perfect. Especially the sugar cookies.

I keep overhearing the decorator's talking sh*t about me on the other side, and they're saying it loud enough that I can hear it but not to my face. Usually they're talking about how tough it is without me, and I'm like 'holy crap was I that much of a crutch for you?'

Earlier today I heard that she's going to be out even longer as her insurance denied her the prescribed physical therapy so she could get back to work, and it might be another two months before she can even stand back on her feet again.

...yay. Another two months to endure.