Incoherency Manifest: Ode to the Walk-in

In one of my favourite movies, Highlander, one of the few rules of combat is no fighting in hallowed ground, that men of good and evil may not shed blood in the house of God. In any food-related work place, the walk-in is the equivalent hallowed ground. No matter who you are or the specific industry that the wide category of “food” “workplace” you occupy is, everyone occupies the walk-in. If you don’t I personally have seen multiple dudes in their 40s, get mad at younger men because of their disrespect of the holy space.

The walk-in is the place to cry. A place to crash and to destress. I have sought out jobs specifically over the size of their work cooler. I swear that in the last like several months I have cried consistently in one of my two work coolers every week. Not even if I am objectively sad or depressed, just because the walk-in provides a reset like no other. You pop in, sob, leave 3 to 5, to 8 minutes later with a complete reset on life. Don’t you wish that could exist in any climate or workspace? I do.

Anyways, new real articles coming soon. Just trying to get that fucking Beehiiv streak or something idk.