I have been reminded that I totally spaced out on about five of the most intense years of my life. There was this Little Bakery in the Mall. Also known as Le Chatel. I got long hours, sore feet, and the assurance to know that one way or another the JOB WILL GET DONE. And probably the scariest day of my life was the first time I baked on the day after Thanksgiving. If you can make it through food service on Black Friday, you can do just about anything.
I also found a good friend. Bless you Lisa.