Back Possibly

Recently, I've been thinking about blogging again just to get things out of my head and a place for me to bitch about what's been going on into outer space. In December of 2009, I quit my law job and I started working at a restaurant. And at first, I was bored out of my mind because I did not have a set goal/duties that I had. And that's something I need. But, as it goes, I slowly took over. Organization does not do well for me. Now, it's come to the point where I feel like I am managing everything and the general manager is a noob. Let's not revisit the past, at the moment. And let's concentrate on what happened today. Today was my day off. Due to certain circumstances, I was afraid that we were not properly staffed, so I decided to head into work and help out if needed and leave, if not. So, I head into work and things seem to be going really well. So, I figure, I can just leave. However, the owner of the restaurant that I dearly love and respect told me she was craving my monkey bread, so I decided to stay and bake some before I leave. So, I start making the bread. And while waiting for it to raise, I figure, I might as well bake some banana-nut loaves that I have been thinking about doing. Finally, all the baking is done and I'm exhausted and ready to head home. When, my other manager asks if it's okay for her to head home early since she is working morning shift tomorrow. And I said, no problem, closing manager (the GM) is on tonight. She tells me, oh, he'll be back in 20 minutes he says, so if you don't mind staying until then. And I said, no problem. However, as we are chatting, her phone rings. It's the GM. He tells her to go home and "volunteers" me to stay until he gets back from his errand. Excuse me?! Did you just volunteer my time without asking me?! That pisses me off. Good thing he doesn't take too long to return and I jet. I should start taking pictures of my num num's I make in the kitchen. It's a thought.