2:13 AM: The bakery delivery guy set the alarm and walked out the door without locking it or closing it all the way. 2:14 AM: The alarm goes off and I get a phone call. 2:23 AM: I arrive at the shop, ready to chop a motherfucker up with a machete. Not a bad response time but I could shave a minute or two off it. After that, look at the alarm codes, piece the whole thing together, make an angry call to the bakery voice mail (wonder what I said, angry and only half awake), smoke a cig and drink a soda water. Go home and try to get back to sleep while suffering the remains of a cold. Not going to be fun calling them back today, been pretty much hating on them for fucking up my orders the last two weeks. Had trouble with some street drinkers yesterday at the shop, was pretty certain that they had smashed in my window, I suppose I'm glad it was the delivery guy. Going to get coffee and breakfast now.