I feel like a jerk right now and I did it to myself and I just need to get it off my chest. I had a great and busy week caking. I made 3 great cakes in a row and when I got a last minute text (who texts in an order) for 12 turtle cake pops, I balked, but I figured they wouldn't take me long, so I agreed.
I should have known, when the woman was so sloooooow to reply every time I texted her back, that I was in trouble.
So I start around 8 last night. The cake bakes up quickly, the frosting is already made, so I thought, easy peasy!
The chocolate was going great and I got cocky and added more color and it seized up like cement. I was so irritated. But I made another batch anyway. This stuff comes out so thick that the first pop pulls off the stick. UGH!
I decide to use cake melts. I run out to Michaels and when I get there it's just closed. GRRRR. I pick up some powdered sugar at the grocery store and decide to make a pourable fondant, and proceed. It's a mess. So sticky and thick, but I figure, that the cold pops will firm it up, right? NOPE.
It oozes down the pops and runs right off most of them. I'd post a picture, but all you really need to imagine is nuclear waste disease.
I decide to clean up and start fresh in the morning. It takes forever to get all the utensils and bowls and cups and crap into the dishwasher. I am asleep before the news comes on SNL...
This morning I rise and shine. This time I'm at the store shortly BEFORE it opens. I get the melts and head home. I begin again.
I am exhausted. On Friday, I'd had a sudden migraine that made me ill for several hours, but it put me behind for Friday evening and Saturday morning. My throat is sore, My legs and feet are throbbing and I'm dreaming of a foot massage.
I put the first NEW turtle into the melts.....
it falls off the stick. ARE you kidding me??? FAAAAAAAAGAGAGAGA!
I text "customer" and tell her its not going well and I offer to make her cupcakes. I don't hear back, so I proceed to try again. It's a miracle! the next pop is perfect! I do 14 more and finally Im done. She finally texts me back. But I've got it under control. We make an appointment for 2:30. 2:30 passes...I text her...nothing....I text her again and tell her I need an ETA....nothing. I tell her I'm closing at 5...NOTHING.
All I want to do is go to bed.
it's 6:18 and she just texted me that she misplaced her phone and she's outside my house. I want to go down and throw the box at her. I KNOW that I did this to myself. I KNOW that I over extended myself and that was not her fault., but for goodness sake, sometimes it seems like I deserve a cosmic break, you know???