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Okay, so maybe it's not that Bel Air, but how many cliche Fresh Prince jokes do you think I've had to endure over the years?
...it's about time I got my own turn
...it's about time I got my own turn
You might think that working at a bakery in high school was my wish come true.
WRONG.
True, I have a somewhat extreme infatuation with food, but the only time i was even allowed near the kitchen was to wash off sticky donut trays.
But hey, if scraping icing off wooden stairs with a garden tool and squeezing into small glass cases to wipe up leftover pastry filling is your thing...you may have just found your dream job.
And you're in luck, I hear they're hiring...can't imagine why.
The one perk of the job...an unlimited coffee supply.
It almost made up for having to sweep old rugs, mop floors, and deal with a few customers that I swore were ready to knife me if I told them we were out of the jelly filled donuts.
My daily caffeine fix is vital if I'm planning on being a functional member of society. Otherwise, I might look something like this...
or this...
but probably more like this...
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