Running a small bakery, at the counter, seems to be quite simple and I think it really is, it just requires a good dose of patience, some agility, active listening, talking to 3 people at the same time, saying hello to the person who makes you a hand gesture from outside and some other things.
I remember when many Sundays ago the appointment with my beautiful mountain was an unbreakable action, after so many things that have come up in my life, which is ironic, because it does not seem to advance to some destination, I ended up now on a day like this facing the public in a small bakery.
I always thought that in general my Sundays would be different, nothing ostentatious, maybe a family day of just 2 people sharing breakfast, watching movies and contemplating sunsets in the silence or between pleasant chats, of those in which we laugh about silly things.
I don't know why, without wanting to, many times it seems that I go against the majority, while many are working, I don't, or maybe not in the traditional way, and while many are resting I work, as is now the case of my Sundays.
I have a start time, 08:00 AM, but not a finish time, today it was 05:00 PM, it depends on the time when the breads are finished, on average on Sundays it is around 03:00 PM, although today at first I thought I would finish earlier because the flow of people in the morning was abundant, while I am charging someone, another one is asking me for a price, while another one presses me with his eyes and someone waits patiently, there are all kinds of customers.
Today a gentleman muttered, "let him hurry up! "I was also in a rush schedule without even going to the bathroom, or even 15 minutes to have a snack, that's when I thought "treat me like a human being, I'm not made of stick", of course I owe the credit for that phrase to 
I consider that I am good at attending to the public, although I always have a sleepy face because I am always sleepy, I stay active and act quickly , my mind is also absorbed between thoughts and more thoughts, for example, I was thinking about how to make my W.E publication, I was also longing to be in a park walking with the couple that for the moment I don't have and imagining that probably the owner of the bakery would give me a
ice cream cone as he has done for 4 consecutive Sundays.
Clearly, I wasn't thinking about anything deep, Sundays seem to have that energy in which despite everyone's personal circumstances, most of us feel relaxed, at least I think so.
I also had several weeks without seeing my nieces and they came by to greet me, they shouted at me from the front sidewalk with a big smile and a lot of affection, they are not daughters of any of my brothers, but they are the daughters of the partner of one of them. They treat me with more affection than my real nieces and nephews and I was happy today to be able to give them a family sized sweet bread.
As for the owner of the bakery, I think he's a good guy, even if he doesn't realize a lot of things, I think he's quite obfuscated and under a lot of pressure. I would surely run my business differently, but every head is a world of its own.
And I'm not saying he's a good guy just because he finally gave me a ice cream cone today, just like the other employee, it was very tasty and I'm glad it was cream and candy and not stick.
Thank you for joining me today!
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