Baking

One of the perks of working in a kitchen that supplies several retiring homes: old folks like their cakes. And when you bake something, it’s allowed to taste it, right? Even if you didn’t actually bake it, the other summer temp did.

I kind of envy her. She always gets to bake, and I myself love baking. But there is some sort of experience-hierarchy for the summer temps: one previous summer there = baking and more advanced stuff, first summer there = packing and peeling and filling the dishwasher.

Not that I’m saying it’s unfair or anything, obviously the one with least experience should do the jobs that are least likely to go wrong.

I still had to do some baking when I got home, though. Just cause.

Apocalypse, no thanks

I’m getting an increased feeling that my world, ie the Western lifestyle, is about to meet an unspectacular and drawn-out end. Our oil is running out, there’s an approaching food crisis, and, on top of it all, there is the undeniable global warming.

I say unspectacular, because ever since I was little I’ve been fascinated by apocalyptic movies. I’ve daydreamed adventures in a post-apocalyptic world. But in my daydreams the apocalypse was always brought about by alien invasion, a deadly virus, etc. Always kind of unrealistic. What’s happening in the world right now might be unspectacular, but it’s also very real.

I know I shouldn’t be that worried, being that I live in one of the richest countries in the world, but I feel that the comfortable lifestyle that entails haven’t at all prepared me for what might happen. I’m used to always having food, always knowing there is a warm place to go to if I’m cold. Heck, I can hardly light a fire, and I certainly don’t know how to grow my own vegetables! I have no idea how I would survive if everything was stripped away.

But that’s a worst case scenario. More likely, we’ll just have to reduce our standards. Give up unnecessary energy-consumers like computers, TV-sets, or maybe cars? Just think of all the areas that would be affected by a cut-back on transportation. Kind of scary, eh?

I feel things will get a lot less comfortable in the future, unless we find an alternative energy-source.

(Cold fusion, I’m looking at you.)

It kind of puts being annoyed at your pay being lower than expected into perspective.

On work, and then some nonsense

Trying to keep this blog active while I’m in a summer job that seems to leave me too worn out to string a sentence together.

I like the job, though.

Mostly because I get to wear neat hats and aprons and make food.

After work I’ll much rather watch a zillion different things with David Tennant in it to stave off my Doctor Who abstinence (currently loving Blackpool), or just browse the web (finding stuff like this; I want!), than do anything constructive.

Like writing a coherent blog post.

“That’s not what you said last time!”

I hope I’m never interrogated by the police. Why? Because I have a tendency to unconciously mess with the truth.

It’s not that I tell outright lies, or even white lies, it’s just that sometimes I’ll temporarily blank on how to phrase what actually happened, so instead I’ll say something slightly different, because it’s the only thing I can think of.

I apparently have a flimsy relationship with the truth. Which is weird, because I see myself as an honest person. The problem is that I never do the above conciously.

And that’s kind of scary.