Today my manager called me and offered to promote me to team leader! Yay! After thinking this'll never gonna happen, it just did! Wow! He wants to properly discuss it on Wednesday though, because he's not in tomorrow. Which kinda means I have to run the show. The whole show. Kinda scary, but also challenging. Which is always a good thing.

Interestingly enough, the haircut gets really a lot of attention. (And the skull has finally stopped itching. More or less.)

...and now I'm tired. But very glad to see my colleagues at work again and it was quite slow for a Friday. Of course, we had to send someone to Selfridges again, so it was still a stressful enough day for everyone.

Nhi is finally gonna make it to London tomorrow and the fact that I got the day off makes her very happy and me as well!!!!



And Sebastian put the pictures he took on New Year's Eve on Facebook, so you all get to see me there. (I think there is the one or other picture were I look at least half decent.... Well, one should be allowed to drink on the last day of the year. It's too scary otherwise!) Thanks to Sebastian for making it such a nice start to the new year!

So after I have been baking for over two weeks, I came to the conclusion that I more than hate it. Plain simple truth. I hate it. It is stressfull (in a bad way) and there is no real contact with customers (or anyone for that matter), so that's why I hate it. And it's actually making me very grumpy, so much that my room mate is this close to calling my manager and yelling at him: "Why do you stupid people make Sandro bake? Can't you see it's making him very depressed?!?!" So I talked to my manager. And Leah, the office angel. And John, the General Manager. Will still have to bake the next two days, because the manager has his days off and there is FREAKING NO ONE ELSE WHO KNOWS HOW TO BAKE!!!!!!!! Feel like calling in sick, just to make them realize how stupid they are. The problem is of course that they just know I'll do it and everything else too. For example two people called in sick and I ended up preparing all the food we sold today. Mash, gravy, peas, beans and of course all the pies. That's how much they're milking me. And I have no trouble working a lot or working hard. I'll do anything if I don't have to bake. Plus it's just not a good idea, because I would be better in any other position, just because baking keeps you from properly multitask. If they make me bake any longer, I will seriously consider quitting, which is a shame, because I actually like the job and everything. Just to give you a picture of how much I hate baking.

Then there is this whole thing with Sebastian who has a stall at Spitalfields. I think it is evolving into a friendship (the moment he turned out to be straight, my crush ended. So don't you worry about me. But he is a very funny and intelligent person.), but I kinda realized that I have very big trust issues with men. This is of course hardly surprising, considering my father and especially considering the guy that from now on will only be called "Heart Break Hotel Guy" just to mark his departure out of my actual life. You might now him better under his real name, Claudius. (Yes Julia, I know you are very proud of me!!!) But that doesn't matter, because stupid me is just very overwhelmed by the fact that we already reached the hug and cheek kiss state. Compared to that other guy who only brought himself to use the word "friend" after six months and a huge load of shit, this guy might be normal. And a good person to be around. Hopefully I won't screw it up by being a complete nutjob. (Who was it again, that called me "one of the most sanest person they know" just the other day?)

So now we can only wait and see. Hopefully it'll all gonna turn out for the better.

Hi there and sorry for keeping quiet for such a long time. I have been working the last six days in a row and I feel reallyreally tired, but also happy about the fact that tomorrow is my first day off. Yay.

So about my job: it is really nice, I like the people (with one exception) and the pies are reallyreallyreally good. Though about that: we get a free pie every day (with freshly made mash, peas and gravy) and that's really good, but now I am also having a leftover pie for dinner, because I am too exhausted to cook and that is getting a little bit unhealthy... Will have to do something about that in the future. And then there is also the exception at work, an unbelievingly arrogant and lazy guy and I didn't like him from the beginning. And I keep complaining to the manager when he does stuff wrong, which happens a lot. There you go, I am not his friend anyways. Hopefully in due tme they will fire him, because apparently everyone complains about him. By the way, today my colleague Mikey told me that I make the best mash ever. How cool is that! Take pride in whatever you do, I always say. Then I spent a lot of time tidying up the kitchen, which Mikey (our beloved pie-maker-in-chief) appreciated a lot. I know I am not the tidy type, but this kitchen was a mess. Seriously.

I am looking very much forward to my day off tomorrow, after working 6 days in a row. And 9 hours almost every day. I have no idea what I am gonna do tomorrow though. Well, I'm really considering sleeping in.

Oh, before I forget it, one more think (everyone else ignores this please): Dear Mr Risotto, after thinking about it really a lot, I came to the conclusion that you won't be reading about yourself on this blog. So no one else will either, which is much more fun for me, because now everyone will beg me to tell them who Mr Risotto is. Hihihi, I know I am evil that way.