Working On A Quirky Graph

Cookiepalooza is tomorrow. As par for my course, I’m still making cookies. This will be that last batches, but I knew I was running behind. The plans I had made for Tuesday went south so I’ve been scrambling the back end of the week. I wanted the cookies to be as fresh as I could get, so making them and freezing them has never been a win for me.

I’ve been having some problems with my sheets though, and my trusty cookie batter scoop is trying to give up the ghost. I’ve been trying to milk it through this last batch, but it is taking a toll. I only have a few more cookies to make, then tomorrow morning I was thinking about making a glaze to paint the cookie with, but I have to be honest, I’m tired. This has been a crazy day, and I’m anxious to have it done.

I’m involved with a love/hate relationship with my email. Every time I open my email it is with a unhealthy mix of trepidation and hope. The hope is for an email coming out of left field about a job prospect, news about an author dropping a new book or a low energy bill. My needs are simple. Too often, however, the emails are polite notes from a company I had applied for explaining that they went with a different candidate, due to the current business climate they no longer have the position open or the very generic, ‘Thanks for applying! Don’t call us we’ll call you!’ I hate looking at my email at this point, but I feel like I need to see what is different from one hour to the next, especially when there is a notification that something new has dropped in.

I have received 27 notices that companies were not going to go forward with my application. To be honest, I understand. I’ve been on that side of the fence. Looking at resumes and trying to gauge from a piece of paper how the person in front of you would fit. Logic, however, doesn’t always win against the battering of self-confidence. I have another opportunity, so I will be applying, studying and testing my skills to see if I can get better.

This was the end of my night. We were getting ready to close at work and a stolen truck comes barreling through the front. My two barista’s were shaking, but managed to pull their wits about them to answer questions for the police, take care of the lingering customers in the drive through and help start a shut down of the store. I was in the back, so I didn’t see it, but it was an interesting end to my day.

I’ve been self medicating so I can get some sleep tonight though. Cupcake Moscato is my go to, but I truly miss Huber Winery in Indiana. The had a honey apple wine that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever had.