By Hook or by Crook (or "I shall move on")

Last Saturday I talked with the woman who is to become my replacement at the bakery.  And she was supposed to come Tuesday morning and start her new job and I had agreed to train her.  Only she has not shown up.  She spent two hours with us on Saturday and got really intimidated, she worked with the icing and realized how different it was than what she was used to.  And she decorated a cake that turned out looking pretty bad.  And it’s in the case next to my work.  And she saw the Shakespeare cake I did that turned out especially nicely.  And I haven’t seen her since.  She called and said she hurt her back.  I don’t think she’s lying but I do think it very strange that she hasn’t turned up – if even to watch.  It throws off the schedule I had in my head of having her trained in the basics by June 1.  And the girl who makes icing will be gone after June 1 which means heaven only knows what I’ll have to work with after that.  No one else has figured out how to make the icing the way she does and it drives me bonkers.  But I guess I’m stuck another week in this job.  I feel like it’s a safe and comfortable place to be, and that I use it as an excuse to keep from the next stages of my new business.  (Though my evening hours are all about my work.)  But I’m not happy about it.  I’m not upset either.  I guess I’m just trying to be patient and hope that someday soon there will be another decorator taking over the day to day stuff.  That will leave me with the most interesting and challenging cakes and then only if I can fit them into my schedule.  And that will leave me with no alternative but to move on.