A couple days ago we finally got a new baker. Honestly, I accepted this application like a year-long prayer to God finally being answered. I mean, we now have someone to help us out with the hard work, right? I tell you, out of all the people on this island to apply, we get a sixteen year old kid who has no choice but to come in at 3 p.m. and looks like he can barely lift 20 pounds.
Which really defeats the purpose of having this kid, if you ask me. By 3 o'clock, the heavies are already done. But at least he can do the jobs I utterly despise, which isn't hard, I just prefer other things to do. And like all rookies, it's in the Rookie Manual that they must: 1. Suck, 2. Be As Slow As Possible, 3. Annoy Me With Stupid Questions, 4. Follow Me Like A Shadow When I Take A Smoke Break, 5. Bombard Me With Questions As To Why I Smoke, 6. Ask Me If I Drink Alchohol, 7. Help Me With Unbearable Tasks...Like Pulling Out A Napkin To Wipe My Hands, 8. Screw Up So I Get My Ass Chewed By The Managers, 9. Try To Show ME Up With My Skills? Please..., 10. Have NO Respect To The Dude Training Him.
Seriously, I hate this kid. Like I've said in the above, his extra help just slows me down to a point where I'd rather have him stand still while I take over. Although I do find it hilarious to an epic scale how this puny runt constantly tries to make me look small: attempting to roll bigger dough, try to lift up 100 pounds like me, damn, he even asks me CONSTANTLY why my fiancee' cheated on me. This boy is ANNOYING. It's like I'm stuck with the devil child from the tenth floor of Hell, and I've done something so disgraceful, that he was dropped on my lap to suffer this purgatory.
What I hate most, however is his attitude. He's got this attitude that must up his trainer in every skill that he has yet to earn, cracking his stupid ass jokes on my woman-less life (seriously, why is being single such a big freakin' deal?), and constanly asking me dumbass questions about everything I do, and why I don't follow the rules he has to...because, people, I've been here for YEARS, man...I basically KNOW everything about the bakery. Which begs the question, what is it about these damn kids and thinking they have to show up on day one acting like a real hard ass?