13 Hours, 3 Billion Donuts

Monday night we had an order for 270 dozen donuts to make for a huge group of construction workers. That's almost 3300 donuts, made by four people, in one night, and that's not including the shop's donuts for the day. My boss and two of the guys started at 7pm. I came in around 11 and took over cutting the dough. It was a real job, lemme tell you what. Normally, I manage one batch of dough per night - lifting the mixing bowl to the table, kneading out the air bubbles by hand, letting them rise, then rolling and cutting the dough and placing it on the screens to be proofed and fried.

I did that about 5 or 6 times, often with twice as much dough per batch than I normally use. Hundreds of rings, long johns, twists, cinnamon rolls and cake donuts of all kinds. My shoulders are killing me this morning.

McDonalds was being a douche with us and wouldn't let us trade for breakfast. So I bought breakfast for everyone. One of the boys made boxes. Another fried, my boss mostly did decorating and boxing up donuts and, once we got going, cutting. We listened to music, talked, enjoyed some YouTube and got the whole shop messier than I have EVER seen it. I ended up scraping about a week's worth of frosting and dough off the floor.

We didn't quite make our quota, even after bearing down and kicking out donuts as fast as we could for the last four hours we worked. We were about 12 dozen donuts short. I'm not proud of that, and I'm not exactly sure my boss is going to tell the client about that, either.

Another thing I'm worried about is some sort of compensation. Monday is my normal work day. They said I could have it off, but I volunteered to come in. Granted, I did not work as long as my boss and the boys had, but I came in. I'm waiting to see if she will provide some compensation - even if I just get paid for only 4hrs, which is what I would have worked normally. Just to keep my regular weekly pay.

But I don't know. There was a situation with one of the day workers, who had quit suddenly, so no one was available to man the store during the day. I was supposed to go out with Joey to this science supply store since Tuesday was the only day the both of us had off. Joey hung around the shop for four hours and even helped out some, waiting for me to get off. Then we went straight to the store and then came home and talked to T, and we didn't get to sleep until around 5pm.

When I woke up three hours later, cranky, cramping and stiff as hell, I found out my boss texted me around 6pm, asking if I could work that night because she hadn't gotten herself home to sleep. I thought, that if I could get up in time, I'd come in and help whoever was in catch up, but I didn't text back. I ended up falling asleep again until 3:30am.

I feel bad for not going in, despite the fact that for the last few hours I was working Tuesday morning, I was trying to get my boss to tell me if she would need me that night or not. She never gave me a straight answer so I just assumed she had everything under control. And, well... she had even told me once how pissed off she was when one of the boys called in sick at 7pm, 3 hrs before work... and then my boss calls me a little over 3hrs before I would have had to be at work to ask me to come in? Yeah, doesn't make sense...

I tell them all the time to call when they need me and whenever they do I'm always unable to come in. *sighs* I just hope I don't loose my job.

But I really enjoyed the science store! Talk about a kid in a candy shop! But I will tell you about that in another blog b/c I'm a bit bored to death and wanting to get stuff done.