Or something like that. Whoo two consecutive days of posting. I hope that's not a personal best. I needed to bring my laptop into work today so I figured I could attempt to write on my lunch break, except I work at a bakery that has a sitting area like a coffee shop. So I'm that jerk that sits in a coffee shop typing on her laptop. People that pass by might think that I'm working on a screenplay for all they know I could be working on the next great american novel. I'm not. I'm just typing for the sake of typing.
I can see why people do this though, it's nice. The whole place smells like freshly baked cookies, probably because my coworker and I just finished baking 51 dozen cookies, they lighting is nice and I live in Southern California so I can see the beautiful perfect blue sky outside. It's technically winter but it's almost 70 degrees outside.
It's incredible to me. The fact that I get to bake for a living. There was a point in my life when the thought of culinary school seemed impossible and even during school I was constantly plagued with questioning, "what if I'm not good enough?" or worse what if I wasn't good at all. What if all my years of baking at home were nothing? Now here I am five years have passed since pastry school and baking now pays my bills. I'm still learning though, my chef always told me to keep trying to learn because the moment you thought you knew everything that was it you were done.
Wait my coworker just told me to write a short story about her bearded dragon, Hubert, meeting a kitty cat:
It was a pleasantly warm day for winter. There was still a slight chill to the air but this did not bother Hubert. Between his heating lamp and warming pad his tank was perfect. The strange creatures that set up his enclosure had done a good job, perhaps he would reward them by taking a few moments to leave his dark cavern. Creeping slowly from the darkness, then darting quickly into the light, but his creatures were no where to be found. Strange. Usually the female would delight when he would grace her with his presence. Further investigation proved fruitless but he continued to press himself against the barrier that kept him from his creatures living space.
"Good morning Hubert!" a voice called. The female. Not surprisingly she was happy to see him.
Damn lunch break is over and I didn't even get to the kitty cat. Oh well and then Hubert met a cat. He was probably very fluffy with bright orange fur and little white paws. My guess is that initially Hubert put up a tough face, he probably puffed himself up to make himself look more intimidating but then quickly realized that a cat is much larger. I'd like to think that the cat poked him slightly with his paw and then they spent the rest of the afternoon napping in a sunspot as they had become fast friends. That's much nicer than a cat trying to eat a lizard. I'd rather imagine they napped together.
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