Today is a genuinely terrible day. Cheyenne's still sick and already had a meltdown which I absolutely can't blame her for, would have gone home if she wasn't the only decorator

Taryn was awake all night throwing up so of course she called out sick, also not that anyone blames her because eugh

Cheyenne is still very sick herself (she had to call out Sunday)

Over the past three days some really inexplicable things happened on the decorator side which I can barely understand but it's making Cheyenne's job so muh harder

The electricity kept... pulsing, knocking out power to all out appliances. All of them. Ovens, proofer, mixers

Cheyenne and I both had giant stacks of boxes fall on us this morning

And we had yet ANOTHER unannounced school trip. Ron told us before they were outside the bakery, I told him that still wasn't good enough

what a clusterfuck of terrible, I'm so sorry you're having to deal with this, Tai :<

We'll survive, but we already have enough shit going wrong

The one good thing is that Wilma's pulled her head out of her ass, started paying attention, working faster, properly answering the phone, and helping us out

She saw Cheyenne's meltdown along with me this morning and then I let her have it when she said Chey "couldn't handle the workload" and no. You don't get to say that

Seems to have kicked something into gearat least

that's something, but jfc your job

We don't get paid anywhere near enough to put up with the shit they put us through