Sweet Addictions

This is something I didn’t want to write about until we’d reached the end.  Mostly because there have been moments so frustrating that I’ve wanted to pull my own head off and hose down the idiots causing the frustration with my neck blood.  And really, who needs to hear me wine about that shit?

Close to a year ago my wife, Annette, and I, after much discussion with several different individuals, decided that we were going to open a bakery.  She’s a (really talented) pastry chef and her specialty is cake.  Special occasion cakes to be specific (weddings, birthdays, etc.).  Holding everything up was Verizon (enemy to mankind).  I’d applied for a job there and we were waiting for me to get hired so we’d know where we were going to wind up living and therefore where we’d open the bakery.  Just before last Christmas it became clear that it wasn’t going to pan out, and I’ll talk about that another time.  Maybe.  So I turned to my wife and said, “Fuck it, we’re opening a bakery here then.”

Tomorrow is August 22nd and we’ll be opening our doors to the public for the first time at 7am.  And I am here to tell you that if you’re thinking of going into business for yourself – not working from your home, but actually having a storefront somewhere – you’d better be prepared to enjoy doing business with the dumbest, slowest motherfuckers mankind has to offer.  You’d better be prepared to like having your free time sucked away into a vacuum.  And you’d better like the idea of dealing with unnecessary stupidity on a daily basis.

The upshot is, your boss isn’t an asshole.

I say all of the above as though I’ve been the one going through it.  Nope, I have a regular job still.  Annette has had to deal with 100% of the bullshit and I’ve had to deal with approximately 10% of it second-hand through her.  My job for the last few weeks has basically been to come home from work, let her vent, rub her feet, and make her laugh.  All of which I’m pretty damn good at, judging from the lack of a body count.

So tomorrow’s the big day, and I couldn’t be more proud of her if she’d kicked President Bush in the nut sack.  She’s gonna rock, check this out:

Christmas Stocking By Annette

If you’re in the area and you gots the time, swing on by and get a cup of coffee.  The address and contact info are all at the new site, which is located at sweetaddictions.biz.

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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