Pride of a craft
Four times in my life, after I have been working a job for months or years, I have had a small revelation that says to me, “Hey, I know what I’m doing, and I am doing it well!”
It only came once per job, but it’s enough.
The first time occurred when I was a doughnut maker in an allnight donut shop in San Francisco. A group of Hell’s Angels had just come into the shop and were later joined by the Oakland Outlaws. (This was not a high-class place.)
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