As recounted here a number of times, before I became a credit card fraud investigator (for almost 22 years) I worked in a number of jobs.
FORTY, to be more precise!
One of those many jobs was a commercial bagel bakery. I needed work; they were there.
Not to far from my house.
Who knew they had bagels in Arizona?!
So, I was hired. Again, second shift.
Most of the rank and file were Latino, with a few American Indians mixed in. We all got along, although I’m pretty certain before they were employed, most of the ethnic types had no idea what a bagel was. 😛
I worked there a few months. The bad news was I came home after midnight, often smelling of yeast and onion.
The good news was whenever there were overruns, the workers could take home free bagels.
Dozens of them!
Our freezer was often overloaded.
It was hot, busy work. And I thought I had a future there.
But, it was not to be.
The (then) wife took a job which required some overnight travel. This meant someone had to be available during the day for Molly. For day care and school.
And I had to change jobs for something with a day shift.
John’s Uniforms it was!