My body flew up into a sitting position, scrambling to hit off the booming alarm. Through the darkness my phone read 4am. I slowly slid out of bed and started to get dressed. I made my way to the kitchen, boiled some water for tea, put my hair up, and swooped up the rest of my belongings and was out the door in no time. The fog laid thick on the street, the only light was from the moon and glistening stars. I jumped into my car, immediately turning it on to get the heater going, and docked my phone to get some music playing. Once the car was warm and toasty, I put my car into drive, and started singing to the music. I drove to the outskirts of town, and then I was free; driving out on the fogging country roads.
I just got a new job, a dream job for me. I work at a small bakery, in a very small town, where we make everything from scratch, and everything is local. I’m the morning baker for week days, and I love it. All our baking is done right out where the customers can see us; so there’s a lot of interaction. We have the locals that come hang out, tons of road bikers, and tons of tourists on the way to the beaches. Getting up early in the morning isn’t bad at all, I really enjoy it actually. It’s peaceful because no one is out, and I get to go bake. I have been working hard at staying patient for a bakery job to come along, these last few months have been hard; waiting. Finally the perfect job has come along, and I still have to remind myself to be patient, when it comes to learning everything. Patience is a virtue.
June 9, 2011
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