I was fired from The Bread Basket last Saturday.
I was shocked. I didn't see it coming at all. My old manager said some stuff about my not being a team player and not having the speed to open in the mornings, which was all news to me. I had been feeling really confident in the work I was doing there and I felt like I was getting better and more comfortable every single day. Apparently not.
It's unfortunate and I'm majorly bummed, but I think I had already learned everything I was going to learn from working at the Bread Basket. I'd spent a good amount of time observing the technique behind making basic cakes and fondant cakes. I've already successfully recreated some of their cakes with my own spin on it. So while I'm upset that I didn't see it coming and I was dropped just like that at the end of my Saturday shift, there are some benefits.
I'm almost done with school and that opens a world of possibilities for me. I can find an apprenticeship or a mentor-ship with someone who does cakes independently. I can work for a different bakery, maybe actually doing some decorating. I can start doing some stuff on my own. This unexpected jolt in my life is going to turn out to be something good. Not only will I have new job opportunities, but I also won't have to continue to look longingly at all the cookies and chocolate chip croissants only to turn them down on account of my waistline.
Getting fired is a blessing in disguise. It's the Lord's way of removing me from a situation where I wasn't growing and I wasn't leaving on my own. I'm going to get out there and take on the world, one cake at a time.
Peace out, Bread Basket.