I was burned out. Not “I need a vacation” burned out. I mean googling monasteries at 3 a.m. with a bottle of wine in my lap burned out.
So I decide: I need something real. Something physical. Something with a yeast-based worldview.
I sign up for a trial shift at a bakery.
I walk in. The manager hands me a clipboard and says, “You’ll be shadowing Dough Carl.”
I say, “Is that a nickname?”