"If I can’t change my views, how can I expect anyone else to."
- Nelson Mandela
Medicine — Aruca
Ultra Vivid Scene — Mercy Seat
My inner 10-year-old just got super spooked and also curiously excited.
1. I’m roasting a sweet potato in the oven, and the sounds of the roasting process are disturbingly akin to the squeals of mice.
2. After three days of training, I start my first official baker shift at Sofra tomorrow. I’ve been there as a barista for just over five months, and almost in the blink of an eye, I was bestowed with this gift of a promotion. I am so proud to be a part of this place and everything that it is about, and knowing that I’m this tiny little baby step closer to becoming a pastry chef means the world to me (though I have my work cut out for me…and then some).
3. I’ve been celebrating ever since I was offered the job two-ish weeks ago. The festivities continue with my having purchased two pairs of brightly-patterned knee-high socks this afternoon (along with two travel-sized bottles of intensive hand cream). One of these pairs is a wool/angora blend. I’m probably more excited about these socks than I should be.
3. As a result of leggings and oversized white jackets being the standard attire of my fellow bakers, I have officially worn leggings as pants in public on multiple occasions. Somehow, the fact that I wear brightly-patterned knee-high socks over the leggings, along with headbands tied pirate-style across my forehead, neutralizes the tack factor of wearing leggings as pants. At least, this is what I tell myself.
4. The idea of Lou Reed being dead is absurd, almost impossible for me to believe. When I heard the news on Sunday, I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. You just don’t think about people like him ever going away, you know?
5. My God, I am tired.