A big sigh of relief

You know, for a while there I wasn't sure what I was doing with my life. Yeah, I was going to school at BYU-Idaho and loving it, but I was majoring in University Studies which really didn't set me up for any career. People would ask me, "What are you going to do with that?" Honestly, I had no idea. I still have no idea. It was just something where I could mix and match and study the things that interest me (spanish, english, and dance.) It was exciting, because I loved it, but the future was this big, looming thing quickly approaching that required so much more than I was preparing. I knew something different needed to happen.

With the emptiness of my bank account last Fall, things changed. I went through the whole stay home and work until summer, Oxnard college, and then Westlake Culinary. And now I've got this job at The Bread Basket. I don't know how it all happened, but somehow all the pieces have fallen into place quite nicely. Better than I had ever dreamed, actually. I've found my niche in baking (or cooking as a whole) and now everything is working out. It's relieving, to say the least. I have money in the bank, two jobs, one soon to be replaced with a job I only ever dreamed of having (serious, I dreamed way back that I had a job at this bakery and I woke up thinking I've never ever ever get it), and I'm able to be home with my family, providing the help that they need.

I'm just so...content. And happy. And giddy.
I can't wait to see what life has to offer. Whatever it is, I'm sure there'll be cake...

Celebration

I got the job.
I can't believe it.
I start on the 6th.
Stoked.

Suspense

Today is the day I'm going to receive a phone call telling me whether I got the job at The Bread Basket or not. The interview went really well, I'm feeling confident. But with every passing minute without the phone ringing, I can feel my confidence slipping. What if they're still debating? What if I have terrible availability? What if I rubbed Linda the wrong way? What if someone else had a more stellar interview than I did?

I can't take it. I baked lemon cupcakes and watched an entire episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to pass the time. While the cupcakes turned out delicious (and I'm very pleased with my decision to make mini ones) and I nearly cried when the Ty told the Stagg family that CVS was paying off their medical bills, I'm still a bundle of nerves.

Please, Bread Basket, call me soon. Hire me. Teach me. Accept me. Love me.

Bread Basket

When I first decided to so towards baking, my mother told me I should get a job at this one particular bakery that makes cake to die for. It's a little place called The Bread Basket and it's not too far from my home, though it is a bit of a drive.

A couple weeks ago I was going around to bakeries seeing if they needed help, and The Bread Basket was pretty much the only place to accept my resume and ask me to fill out an application (despite not hiring at that moment.) Last weekend I got a call. They would like to interview me. It's just a job working at the counter, but it's still a job in an awesome bakery.

My interview is bright and early tomorrow morning and I can't wait. Wish me some St. Patrick's Day luck!

21 days

I've got a countdown on my desktop to when I start Culinary School. I'm kind of excited about this. 21 days! And following day (22 days), I head out to Virginia for Kiersten's wedding. Not only do I get to partake in this wonderful, exciting day with her, but I get to visit both Madison and Randi. I cannot be more stoked for this trip.

In other news, I have been rocking Brookstone lately. Our demos are pillows, right? Yeah, I sold eight (yeah, eight) on Saturday followed by another three today. Both of my managers are impressed. Heck, I'm even impressed with myself! But seriously, these pillows rock. I want one.

I also want a kitten. But that's not news.