My 4 am Morning!

So I had my first day at the pastry shop today. It was two words: Amazingly Scary. So he gave me his cellphone number to call him when I'm outside the door outside and he'll come fetch me. So I get there at 4:05 and give him a call. He then greets me at the door with a blowtorch in one hand (still light) and a huge smile on his face. In broken english he says "Lets go!" and we proceed upstairs to the pastry shop. When I get up there, he has me start on making pear tarts, strawberry and raspberry tartlettes (small tarts). Then he hands me the blow torch (5 am in the morning by the way) and I get to play with the blow torch!. I was un-molding cakes, so I had to defrost the outsides then slam them on the counter to get them out. It was very fun and loud. Then I wrapped all the cakes in plastic and put them into the freezer (which is MASSIVE). By this time all the people that work there have shown up. They all bisous each other, even the guys, so as not to transfer pastry stuff onto other people's hands. (bisous is the traditional french greeting for an informal setting, it consists of 2-10 kisses alternating on cheeks) I am the only female that was there the entire day, so the boys were playing this odd game of alternating between heckling me, defending me and interrogating me. And here I am, understanding about half of it (due to the noise, accents, and the words I have no idea what they are), but every now and then I make a really bad joke. Anyway, I left at around 9:15 in the morning (5 hours of work and the sun just came up!). I can't wait to return next week at the same time!
Peace, Love and Pastries!!!!!