Stupid MTA. This weekend there is track work on the station I use to get home at nights. I didn't know this until I got to the station at 2 something in the morning. I had to take an uptown train one stop and wait ages for the train that would finally get me home. I am already emotionally prepared to dish out some dough for a cab tomorrow night.
Today I finally got to do some chocolate work. Not a lot of chocolate work, just a little. It ends up another girl is taking over my swing duties, so it was weird to watch someone else learn the things I already knew. I feel very competitive about it. Is it bad that I want to know if she can pick things up as quickly as I can, etc.?
I also now understand why the locker rooms at school were always hot air messes. Part of our culinary training was to prepare for stifling hot locker rooms. There is no ventilation and you start sweating profusely the moment you step inside.
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