Magnetic North

I wish i had had the forethought to take a picture of the donut area of the first bakery I worked at. We legit had this weird little glazing station, legit looked like this, with this awful tonka truck excavator claw that we had to grab the glaze in. It had never been cleaned. Ever. The bakery had been there for 30 years at least.

I loved using it, but fuck was it gross.

Also, the note is too small to read so here you go.