Last week I happily posted that you can now get my cupcakes at Rainbow Acres. Well, now you can’t. Not a seller. Yet another setback for Yvonne’s GFG. Having one’s own business means taking rejection, which, you can imagine, sucks.
I’ve been having a crappy week here at the GFG. As an entrepreneur/stay-at-home mom, I feel like all I do is cook and clean. If I’m not baking for someone outside the family, I’m making dinner for my family. It’s not that I don’t like cooking, but cleaning up is a bitch. It’s a lot of hard work and manual labor.
When I was 15 my parents made me work at the Dunkin’ Donuts (They weren’t forcing me into child labor. I was paying off a $250 phone bill). The manager was my sister’s girlfriend so she made sure I learned my lesson good. It was a horrible place where I was enslaved in a pink uniform and left smelling of fried bread, bleach, and sugar. I promised myself I would never work in a bakery again.
Flash forward 20ish years to Tuesday: I have a migraine that is shooting from the left side of my neck through my right eye. I’m trying to figure out why the f*#@ing blue agave muffins keep burning when the guy at the kitchen where I cook at starts talking to me.
He asks about my background, my business, and how long I’ve been cooking. “Did you go to college?” What?? Yes, I went to college. “How many years did you go?” What??? Four years!! I went to college for four years. I was a journalist. I have a degree and I had a career.
I left the kitchen an hour later smelling of donuts.
2 Replies to “Donuts”
Hang in there! Your goodies are delicious. And, just as a side note, I love, love, love donuts. So if you happen to make any GF versions, I’m there! 🙂
you still have that career! and you still have your degree, and you still have a beautiful family and a small business and countless friends and life lessons. nobody can discontinue any of that.
I don’t know if this will make you feel any better, but read “oh, the places you’ll go!” by Dr. Seuss — I always read that when I have one of these days.