周二三四下午2点视频直播：【一直播】英语PK台 微信公众号：【英语PK台】看全文本 京晶抖音：1604401542 趣味英语学习小视频 B站官方：英语PK台 直播视频精华剪辑 ​ 清晨的面包房还没营业，烘培师发现架子上的面粉没有了，门外顾客开始排起长队，烘培助理自告奋勇迅速起身出门去买面粉。到哪去买？这是个难题。工作总是抛给我们的各种难题，需要动脑筋想办法解决。找面粉的助理去了能想到的地方，像经历冒险。找面粉这事竟变得如此之难。如何在压力之下完成工作职责，文章给职业人士带来了思考。 The Baker's Assistant – By Paul Michael Murphy Editedversion 1. The line outside the bakery was twenty people long and the bakery hadn't even opened. Inside, Chef Sprocket, the baker, opened a cupboard to take down his ingredients. He snatched the bag of sugar. He pulled down the cinnamon. He grabbed the chocolate chips. But when Chef Sprocket went to hoist the huge sack of flour from the shelf, there was no sack of flour to hoist. 2. "VHAIR IS ME FLOUR?" he hollered. Sven, the chef's assistant, ran into the kitchen. "What is the problem, Master Sprocket?" "ME FLOUR! IZ GONE!" Sven glanced out the window at the growing line. How would they ever serve all those people if they didn't have flour? "I will go get some," he told the baker, and he rushed out the back door. 3. He jumped on his bike and rode to the supermarket. But when he got inside he was dismayed to see that they too were out of flour. "How can this be?" Sven asked, but there was no time to waste complaining to the manager. He got back on his bike. 4. Sven could think of only one other place where he could get flour--McCready's Bakery, Chef Sprocket's only competition in the pastry field. Sven swallowed. McCready was a hard man who made his desire to crush Chef Sprocket no secret. Still, what choice did Sven have? 5. McCready's was already open and busy by the time he got there. The smell of donuts, biscuits, and cakes filled his nose. In his haste, Sven had forgotten to eat breakfast. He was very hungry. And if he bought some pastries, perhaps McCready would be more willing to help. "I'll have a raspberry filled donut and a buttermilk biscuit," he told the clerk. He ate the donut while he waited for Chef McCready. The biscuit he put in his pocket for later. 6. "What do you want?" McCready snapped when he saw Sven. The pastry chef was a tall, thin man with an oily moustache. He wore a pillowy white hat on his head. Sven said, "Um...uh...see..." And then, in an unbroken string of words, "We've-run-out-of-flour-at-Sprocket's-and-the-supermarket-has-run-out-and-so-I'd-like-to-buy-some-off-you."McCready smiled. "Why should I sell you my flour? I need it for my own pastries." "But surely you have some to spare." McCready's smile grew brighter. "Surely," he said. Then, "The answer is no. Now get out of my bakery." 7. Sven thought he might cry. He imagined what Chef Sprocket would say when he returned with no flour. He'd probably get fired. Then a name popped up in his mind. The Gilberts! Of course! Helen Gilbert! She'd won the annual pie baking contest at the county fair. Any lady who had won the fair's pie baking contest would have to have flour in her kitchen. Sven biked to her house. He pressed the doorbell. No one came. He rang again, but still, no one answered. 8. He was about to leave when he had an idea--a bad idea. He could break in. It wouldn't really be stealing. He'd take the flour and then come back in a few days and explain the whole thing. He'd give her twice what he took. Sven tried the doorknob. Locked. But at the bottom of the door there was a square, leather flap. A doggie door. Sven was a tiny man. 9. He got on his knees and stuck his head through. The coast was clear. He crawled inside. The house was quiet. Maybe Mrs. Gilbert had taken her dog to the vet. If that was the case, he'd better hurry. Sven threw open the cupboard doors and immediately spotted a bag of flour. But as he reached for it, his hand froze in mid-air at the sound behind him. 10. GRRRRRRRRRR Sven turned slowly. A vicious looking Rottweiler was glaring at him."Good doggie," Sven said. "Good doggie." GRRRRRRRRRR. Drool dripped from the dog's muzzle. Sven looked for a place to run or hide or something to hit the dog over the head with. He found nothing. The dog attacked. Sven through up his arm to protect himself, but the dog bit him in the pocket. He had forgotten about the biscuit. Quickly, Sven pulled the biscuit out and threw it down a hallway. The dog scamperedoff. When it did, Sven bolted for the door. It was hopeless. He'd been gone at least an hour. Dejected, he rode back to Sprocket's bakery. 11. Sven was so upset when he got there that he didn't notice the line had disappeared. He walked into a bakery that was buzzingwith happy people eating pastries. "VHAIR YOU ARE! bellowed Chef Sprocket. "What has happened?" asked a very confused Sven. "I forget. I order more flour yesterday. The truck vhas late." The Chef shook his head. So did Sven. "Here,"Chef Sprocket said, "Have a biscuit." ​