Summer Shortcakes

First Day On The Job

My 10 minute drive to work consists of

Sasha's boy stories and my constant thoughts of jumping out under the passing car. the drive ends quickly and I think if I walked to work I might get my butt in place, get a figure and get my love life going.

But boys were Sasha's department. The one thing I was better at then her, was icing cakes.

We walked through the door, and the smell of icing sugar hits me.

I open the curtains and fill the small little café with life, enlightening the pastel colours popping of the walls and decor.

The pastel pink, purple and green polka dots bounce of the pale brown walls as the white tile floor screams to be cleaned. the cookie stand in the corner was running low on sugar cookies and macaroons, and beside it was the cake decorating station, were pick clients orders the most detailed cakes for their 'precious angels that were turning 8' and acted as if it were for a wedding.

I flick on the LED cupcake sign in the window that says 'OPEN' and grab a broom and get started in the floor.

"Don't forget your apron, silly!" peeps Sasha and tosses me one that has Lindsay written on it.

And I return to cleaning, regretting not jumping under a car.

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The usual business day went by. A few middle school groupies came by for a few cakettes and frappachinos, hung out in the café and toke tumblr shots of the desserts, followed by the usual cake orders for some brat's birthday.

this one old lady in particular described every detail of how she wants her nieces' sponge bob cake to look like, including how many dots to put on sponge on and what angel to place the pineapple. I think she started to see I was getting annoyed, so Sasha stepped in and saved the customer. in a few minutes they were laughing and exchanging baking tips. Sasha was always a people person, and everyone loves that about her. she always knows how to keep a conversation going and how to imteract with the clients.

how am I not fired yet?

Who knows.

I go back to finish my wedding cake, adding flowers and pedals with edible glitter. little kids pressed their faces up to the window to watch.

"Um..not so close you might smudge the glass"

Nothing.

"Is that unicorn poop?"

They all laugh.

I roll my eyes and continue until one kid starts licking the glass.

"Can you STOP?!"

They all look at me as if I just shot the last living unicorn.

Their mothers look at me from the coffee shop, shaking there heads, and of course, Sasha saves the day.

"Cranky pants over here just needs to focus,kids. here"

And she hands out flower cookies to all the kids.

"They don't need that much consulting"

I say

"Stop being so cheep"

"They could be paying customers! they get allowance!"

"There's only 7!"

"I didn't hand decorate those just so some brats could scarf them down!"

One of the mothers herd me and she grabed her kid and headed for the door. "have a nice day!" Sasha cried our quickly.

"Okay, seriously Linds? smarten up!"

"What, I'm too immature for you?"

"YES! you know better!"

"We'll then why did you hire me?!"

"It was moms idea!"

I stand up

"We'll in that case-"

"Linds,please..."

"It looks like you for things under control here anyways. don't let your annoying little sister ruin things miss scholarship over here."

And at that I threw my cupcake hat down on the table and headed for the door.