After 21 days of a rather strict paleo diet, and intermittent fasting, I made a huge mistake. I thought I could get away with a bit of sugar, fried food, and copious amounts of Aoli. no. NO. 4:30am is when regret began to set in. March 5, 2016 rapidly became a day of combating waves of nausea and self loathing. The day, however, is not without victory. I did this:
Look I'm on the Centre of New Zealand
I was told it is the worst job in a brewery. I'm not sure I agree because I once attempted to shine the canning machine with a can of Twinkle and suffered far more. (Mostly from the ridicule of Dustin). Nonetheless I am proud because someone thought me capable of doing a difficult job. I like surprising people and I like doing things well, so when I can surprise someone by completing a task well then its a double whammy of satisfaction on my end. (This was not the case with Twinkle)
I was blessed. When I learned how to wash a keg everyone was way too nice to me; my mental and physical stability was frequently monitored. I learned how to do a difficult job in a place where difficult jobs are recognised and appreciated. I learned how to do a difficult job in a place where doing a difficult job felt like doing something worth while. So at Founders I asked if I could do a difficult job.
So today at 7:30 am- suffering from my questionable choice of sustenance from the night before- I rode a bike to Founders Brewery and went back to skilfully peeling stickers and mouldy onions off of kegs, recognising the sounds of a cleaning cycle, and wearing boots that only almost fit but not quite.
New perks: Overalls and a barista.
Down-side: It is the law to wear a hat, and my hat is lame.
Alas, I must suffer for that which I love. Which, oddly, is anything involving the creation and distribution of craft beer.