Everyone around me – from my roomies to my parents – even my yoga teacher – have volunteered to offer me support.
A very sweet guy at the Essential Baking Company (that makes my fave GF bread) offered me his shift loaf, after observing that I had lots of trouble accessing the change I needed in order to pay. Ounce he looked a bit perplexed by my struggle, I told him why: ataxia…bla bla bla. He said he was very moved by my positive attitude. Then I explained: “Well, you either gotta laugh or cry to release all the built up tension, and I choose to laugh.” When I considered the fact that workers received a free loaf per workday, at first I was surprised, until I considered the trend: when working at restaurants, you receive a free shift meal, every time you work.
Makes sense that they enjoy similar perks.