I’m feeling light as a feather right now.
I delivered the final cakes to the hotel today, and begrudgingly asked my co-worker if she’d like to see them. I may have mentioned I’m not proud of how they look, so I was very shy about showing them to her.
I opened up the hotel’s freezer door and immediately began apologizing for my ineptness. She took one look at them and threw her hands to her face.
“They are beautiful!” she said in her sweet Mexican accent.
I began pulling them out and pointing out the flaws. “But see, this one I couldn’t get smooth. And this one either. And here I messed up the shells, and here the flowers got squished.” All the while she gushed over them and thanked me profusely, and then asked me to wait while she ran to her car for the flowers and ribbons. “I can cover that with the flowers, see?”
Then she called her supervisor in to see them, and she gushed over them as well. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit, ShadowRun,” she told me. “These are beautiful!”
I quit criticizing the cakes at that point. They are obviously home-made, and they are very obviously done by an amateur decorator, but for my co-worker, they were just what she wanted for her daughter’s quinceañera. My heart filled with joy.
All the hard work, all the time I spent, all the stress I put my family through by having only cake ingredients in the fridge (that they weren’t allowed to touch…)
All of it was appreciated ten times over.
What a relief.
I left the hotel grinning from ear to ear, the stress of a very busy three weeks at work and three weeks at home long behind me.
I have earned my couch time, and I just may spend the entire weekend on it.
(That’s right. You heard me. I have a weekend. A REAL weekend. A Saturday/Sunday weekend.)
Life is good.