Void Where Prohibited
At work, one of the things I do once or twice a week is bake 8 or 9 loaves of bread. That's what I attempted to do yesterday. One of my pet peeves about my job is the inexplicable reluctance to label jars and containers of spices and ingredients when refilling them. The yeast powder was put in an old onion powder container and placed on the same shelf as an identical container that's still being used for onion powder. You probably know where this is going already. The powders look almost exactly the same too, except the yeast is ever so slightly darker. So, yeah, I grabbed the onion instead of the yeast and ruined 9 loaves of bread. It took us half the day to figure out why the loaves weren't rising. They all went into the garbage. The boss was really cool about it, I have to say. Even though I refuse to take full responsibility for the mix-up because of the militant labelling resistance of the place, it still felt like a massive kick in the nuts and I was plunged into utter darkness for the rest of the day. This is the kind of crap that drives me to try and obliterate my consciousness with alcohol at the end of every work week. Anyway, today I have to take another shot at baking them. I labelled the yeast container, so I'll have better odds this time.