Bree here. It’s 4 AM. I’ve got flour in my hair, burns on my arms, and questions about my life choices.
In this solo installment of Awkward and Alone, I share what happened when I—middle-aged arts executive, story-slinger, and resident night owl—decided to take a second job… at a bakery. Why? Because I wanted something “real.” (Spoiler: it got real fast.)
This is a tale of romanticized routines, edible glitter fantasies, and being publicly outed for doing honest work. It’s also about ego, identity, and remembering that hard, awkward, physical labor can be both ego-bruising and soul-soothing.
Tune in for laughs, burns (literal and emotional), and a reminder that even when we’re flailing—we’re never really alone.
Bree’s dreamy fantasy of bakery life… and the gritty, flour-covered truth
That time someone shouted across a room about her new job
What it means to be terrible at something (and keep doing it anyway)
Why non-slip Swedish clogs are a LIE
The unexpected joy of manual labor… and heating pads
