I got the job. I’m a baker and I’m ready to enter a new era. The era of waking up at the ass-crack of good god how early is it no no no no no no no no.
I think I will come to like it.
Pugliese. Like it’s from Puglia, but not, because I made it in Seattle.
Tomorrow I face the owner and the VP of a local coffee company, and (Dough willing) they will hire me to be a baker. The bakery manager did the first round of interviews, and we’re coo’. I know that if I’ve ever known anything.
I want to dip the candy bars and bake the scones. Yes, I want to slice 1,000 croissants in half at 4:30 in the morning. Yes, I really do. Sirs, I do. I’m ready.