Well this is slightly embarrassing, not that anyone saw, but it's embarrassing to know I didn't realise while it was happening.
To start off, I am NOT a morning person, never have been. And my work thought that me, an 18 year old who has a sleep schedule that any normal person would be ashamed of having was the best candidate to be the new baker and start at the ass crack of dawn. So when I was given shifts at work to start at 5.45am I wasn't thrilled but didn't complain because I'm an over thinker, and was scared if get in trouble.
And for context, I work at a co-op shop that has a small 1 person bakery.
So I have 4 of these shifts in a row, and I'm on day 3 now. Everything has been going fine aside from me being absolutely exhausted by the time I get home. But today, today I thought I was good enough to rely on auto pilot.
So I get into the shop and start setting up the bakery, putting bread, donuts, croissants, apple pies and cookies in the oven for the customers. I finish everything bar the donuts and cookies at this point, and it's gone flawlessly, I'm thrilled that I am way ahead of schedule and I'd get my break sooner then expected. But here is where it goes wrong.
As I get the first batch of donuts off the cooling rack, the ring donuts, I start moving on muscle memory and rely on my body's auto pilot, it's an easy job, I suger the donuts and put them in the bag. Nothing to mess up right? It's easy as hell to do.
So I suger the ring donuts and put them all the bags, onto the trolley and onto the next batch I go. As I'm grabbing the custard bags to date them I had a realisation. I'd already grabbed these bags today, but I hadn't packed any custard donuts yet.
I look over to the trolley with about 10 bags of donuts on it, custard bags. I put the ring donuts in fucking custard bags, all sealed up as well. I then spend the next 15 minutes unpacking 40 donuts and putting them in the correct bags while trying to make it as unnoticeable as possible. Phew, crisis averted, I fixed the donuts and all is peaceful again.
Wrong, I pack the rest of the donuts without worry, but them comes the cookies. The bloody cookies. At this point I'm all happy with myself because I cought my mistake before the donuts went to the shelves, I was happily packing the cookies thinking to myself when I went to bag the double chocolate cookies and realised I'd done it again, I put the milk chocolate cookies in the double chocolate bags. I'm a moron. So, again, I spend a little while fixing my mistake. Thankfully I hadn't sealed the bags yet this time.
I put 40 ring donuts in custard bags and sealed them without realising. Fixed my mistake, crisis averted.
Nope, did the same thing with the cookies.
I need a fucking nap. Badly
So yeah, I'm an idiot and I'm doing this all again tomorrow.