i really like bagel job the 1 problem is that my new mixer who is polite and functional and big and high tech and new is just not as sexy as my beloved old ass 1976 hobart i had at the pastry place. she didnt have a safety cage at all. she was a beautiful and simple shape. she wanted to kill you so bad.
i am for workers rights. i am for workers safety. i personally like to have my limbs attatched and appreciate that my risk of losing a hand arm or entire body at my workplace is significantly reduced. but...............
there is something so beautiful about working with a very large and powerful machine that you literally cannot do your work without who also could and would kill you with no remorse. like the respect-and-admiration you develop for the beast living in your workspace who you rely upon for your livelihood and yet who is so dangerous... and when the machine is just very absolutely dangerous, and has no safety mechanisms whatsoever, you HAVE to think about it constantly... it's so beautiful to me
and i'm sorry but not only do you live and work with this beast and have to eke out a careful and respectful coexistence together, you also have to clean every piece of that machine, by hand, every day. you have to kneel and scrub every inch with a rag and warm sanitizer. it's a very devotional act. it's meditative... and u have to spend the most time on the most dangerous parts of the mechanism. u are kneeling on the floor tenderly cleaning and polishing the very same hooks and crushing arms and spinning housing that could tear you to pieces when the machine is running. u love the machine. she loves u too, surely, she helps you do the work you need to do to live. and she would kill you without hesitation. i have to lie down



















