Have you ever wanted to get a sip of milk and it just don’t go your way?
I’ve reblogged this kee before but the above comments made me want to talk about how my last shift went. Because it literally is like the gif of my life as of those hours.
It’s breakfast shift. Or shifts, as it were. A four hour, with a fifteen minute break (and you have to actually clock out), and then a 6 hour. But they’re the breakfast shifts (though the first is the “donut shift” if you only work it).
So, let me just sum at a start right here and say: I completely forgot my fifteen minute break and didn’t stop until two hours after. That’s how bad it got.
So to get into it, I come in after having only had 12 hours since working a double shift of 14 hours total. Feet hurt like hell already, but, I got this, right? And the last guy was kind enough to have the dough machine washed, the donuts and cookies for the day on trays, a fresh batch of dough, the cake donut machine heated and ready, and all the donut racks washed. I was basically ready to go as soon as I got my warmer pizzas made, which take about 15-30 minutes each.
I can’t remember why it didn’t end up that way at all.
I made two heater pizzas, and then pulled the donut trays out of the freezer to get them to thaw for a bit, opened up the ovens to cool them down to the right temperature, and lined up my icing trays to dunk donuts in when they came out as well as got down the sprinkles and nuts (and refilled the sprinkles).
It came to such a clusterfuck mess all of a sudden I never got to use the second pizza (good thing we only had to make at least 10 slices for the night, even though we’re supposed to replace the heater pizza every hour).
I started mixing some cake donut dough and putting the donuts in the ovens. I took breaks from mixing to stack the donut racks in front of the icing and mix up the icing with tiny spatulas so they’d be gooey and liquidy and thus spread and stick to the donuts.
But as the donuts started coming out, I ran into assloads of trouble. Between running from the oven to the icing table to the donut mix and then suddenly to the pizza table as I had NO breakfast pizzas ready and breakfast was starting in two hours, I became quickly exhausted, confused, and forgetful. I made two pizzas, but fucked them both up - the first pizza, I forgot eggs, and the second, I forgot cheddar. I had to put them both in (“I guess we’ll have a no-egg option today”) and make all new ones right away, on top of decorating the donuts and racking them up, and then putting the mix in the cake donut hopper. I made a huge fucking mess of the long johns those were just shameful and pitiful looking like holy shit, but the rest of the donuts came out okay. Then I had to reset the oven temp and time to do the “flips” and “turnovers”, and the time they had posted for them was completely wrong so I had to keep putting them through the oven again and again. Once the other donuts were clear, I had to start the cake donuts right away, so I turned on the machine, made room on the counter for them to drop into a tray, struggle to find more racks (because we had an ASSLOAD of donuts today for some reason? and they implemented a new policy that we can only have three rows on each rack “so they don’t touch” which is bullshit for many donuts which have plenty of room for more), mix up my icings again and pull down the brown sugar, and then also squeeze icing on the flips and turnovers that DID get done (since I kept shoving them back in, they got their chance, but the ones in front didn’t so they had to be run through a TON of times) before they were too cool for the icing to melt nice and neat on them. As the donuts came, I had to quickly decorate them and put them away because there’s little room for them, and if you leave them stacked too long while hot, they collapse, which was a struggle because they are FUCKING HOT AS HELL and I kept burning myself, but also I had to make sure the dough was shoved down into the hopper so it would make donuts and not weird curly fry looking monstrosities, BUT ALSO put the previous donuts away in the case out front so I had somewhere to PUT the cake donuts to cool and dry.
And just as I got all that shit done, 4 am hit and I had to start putting the pizzas out. Again, I fucked up both pizzas and had them both out, so I had to immediately make more pizzas. I made the mistake of trying to hurry and as such make two at a time, because I also had to adjust the ovens again for the breakfast food, put them in trays, send them through, and get them out in time before they became stone cold. So I made one pizza, and went to task doing all that shit, and while I was busy trying to get it all done, the other pizza was just in the flattened dough stage and sitting on the counter in the open air. Oh, and did I mention I ran out of bacon, sausage, and eggs, while making the first pizza? So I had to wait for the bacon to thaw to use it (the sausage and eggs are already crumbled up so using them frozen is no big deal). By the time I was able to get back to the pizza, the dough had already stiffened enough to make me worry it was ruined. But I struggled to make a pizza out of it regardless and it turned out okay, I think? (I don’t eat the pizzas, ha).
But then I did a fool ass thing and tried to make two pizzas at once again, which lead to the same result, essentially, because I got distracted again trying to refill all the breakfast food, as well as do something about the dishes I was accumulating (I had to soak several things and was running out of room), AS WELL AS jump up front several times to ask about odds and ends things.
I noticed I needed a lot of burritos today. I SUCK at making burritos. I can’t fold them for the life of me. It’s more like a deformed envelope than a burrito. I’ve been shown several times how to do it but I can’t seem to get it. So that was a nightmare, but it got even worse when I ran out of mix and realized I mistook a bucket of some other shit for another bucket of mix, and I had to thaw this literal stone of mix. I wanted it done as fast as possible, so I decided to run scalding water over the bag for as long as it took. Well, in the end, I ran out of hot water and fucked my end of the day up a lot worse because of that, and it didn’t even thaw all the way, despite being under for hours, so I was super short on burritos. (Nobody was buying them but damn it all I wanted to make my quota.)
Also ran out of potato cheese bites, and dish soap. OH and after squirting icing on the final turnovers, somehow the tray the icing bottles and decorative bits sits on had slid forward, and I didn’t realize, so when I threw the bottle up there (it’s on a high shelf), it all came crashing down on top of me, and spilled 3/4 of the nuts all over the floor (and that was a fresh container made only the day before). So I had to stop and sweep that all up.
Struggling to get everything done every hour, but I finally thought I got it all down pat and in my final hour of work I had plenty of time to make more dough (since it’s policy now to make two tubs of dough every shift) and to finish my dishes. I had pizzas left to fill the heater and everything was due out right at the time lunch started, and I finally got those cookies through the oven and was waiting for them to set up (but I found much to my displeasure that the time posted for them is ALSO wrong and so they were probably not very good cookies, probably still dough-y).
So I sprayed down the machine and went to collect hot water. The hot water is out. Can’t even run dish water. A second after that, I got a last minute phone call from some fucking ass dick who wanted two breakfast pizzas made just for them. OH and when I took my break hours before, I forgot all about the dough being out and so it was stiff, and I fetched more from the cooler since I was almost out anyway and it was also hard to work with. AND THEN I was in such a mess and a hurry that I forgot to run the air-hole roller on the dough, so the first pizza went through without and the second I had to jab at with my fingers to make them since it was already in the pan. They both turned out fine, though, but god damn it what bad timing.
I finally got hot water again and threw my dough shit together and got the machine going, and hastily scrubbed down all my dishes. At that time, though, it was practically time for me to leave, and my replacement had come in. I scrambled trying to get the cookies on racks, to make room on the main table for me to spray down and throw the dough on and roll it around. I also had to soak the machine’s bowl and mixing hook. I also had to spray down two tubs for the dough to be placed in.
My replacement said she’d take care of the machine’s parts and cookies, and that I should concentrate on getting the dough in the cooler and getting out of there. And that’s what I did. Half an hour after my shift ended.