The Assistant.

Okay. It is said to beware the fury of a patient man — well, I say beware the wrath of an overworked, under slept cake boss when she unfortunately discovers that you forgot to grease the cake pans. Thankfully for me, no injuries resulted but I have a feeling that they weren’t initially ruled out..

Anyway, back to that in a bit. Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Matt. Since the third cake ever made at Pink Ribbon Bakery, I have worn several name tags that have often read, “Delivery Boy”, or “Assistant”, or “Web guy”. Every now and then, the tag does read, “Therapist.” Whatever the title, I am that person that usually comes in when just Sheila alone isn’t going to cut it. Sometimes, I know my “shift” officially starts when I get a text message reading something along the lines of, “Omg. Call me.”

Now where was I? Right, so the cakes were ruined. The lack of grease in the pans caused them to stick and they were doomed from the moment I poured the batter in. The end result looked a lot more like a pile of back fill than two rectangles of red velvet. That in combination with an eleven hour day and considering it was already 11:30 in the evening was not good. It was a humbling experience and let’s just say that my name tag will not read, “Pan Greaser” again any time soon.