Knead a Family?

[Ha, ha. Bread jokes. Welcome to my life as a Panera Bread employee...]

I never really noticed until this weekend how much my coworkers at Panera mean to me. We are quite literally a huge family, complete with weirdos and crazies like any other.

Bear with me while I think up nicknames for them all...got 'em.

Papa Burgundy [donde esta la biblioteca?] is the crazy uncle you love to hang with at the family parties. Mr. Right is the big brother I wish I had, and although making fun of me is his preferred hobby, he's one of my favorite people on this planet. TheCrumbKiller is the goofy cousin you only sometimes cross. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are the favorite cousins that are ABSOLUTELY amazing. Mo-Mo is the full-of-advice cousin, and MBfromTennessee is the aunt who loves you no matter what you do wrong. Postcard loves to make fun of you but greets you with "Hello, beautiful!" and a smile. The traditionally BOH people are the distant cousins that are full of silly sarcasm and have great taste in music. Tay-Tay's the relative who loves to gossip about all the others yet can still keep them as friends. Keener's that cousin that's always in trouble [for no reason] and often hits people with her car. Oh,Schick! is the comic relief cousin, and his mom is the most awake morning person I've ever met...other than CurlyJen or ElbowGrease, of course.

And the rest are all part of this big, happy family, too.

We really and truly care about each other. Everyone. No matter what goes wrong or who messes up, we're there for each other, through thick slices and thin slices. [Ah, bread jokes.]

So I love you guys. With all my heart. Thanks for making work a place I love to be. :]