The Art of Selling

My name is Aaron Reeve. This is my first semester in the bakery. I’m not actually in the baking section, but rather the marketing section. I do various jobs that are necessary for my team, but my main job is selling on Wednesdays. I enjoy selling. The look on the customers’ faces as they try to walk by without stopping is priceless. Their faces transform from apathetically walking to their destination to mild interest as they see what I’m selling from the doorway. They get closer and closer, but it’s the smell that eventually draws them in where I wait patiently to close yet another sale.

My Therapy - Baking

          My name is Brittany. Flour all over the counters, this is a normal occurrence for my time in the bakery. The swiping of the towels to clean up the flour is continuously happening. Machines struggle, turning the batter or dough in the bowls, mixing the wet and dry ingredients until they gel all together as one. I find this therapeutic, like the swishing of the water lapping on the shore of a beach. Pastry for me is like a relaxing cup of tea, steam wafting into my factory of a brain, slowing the mechanisms down.

            The doors of the oven open rapidly, our hands shoving the pastries in as fast as possible. The aromas float all around the bakery as we patiently wait for the pastries to become crispy-brown on top. My excitement spills everywhere when the products come out glistening and ready for eating. The warm, breath taking visions, which appear before us ready to exit out the door.