The Donut Trap by Julie Tieu
All of my customers have told me at one point or another that Sunshine Donuts is their happy place. Who can blame them? There are colorful sprinkled donuts. The smell of coffee mixed with the cloying saccharine aroma of glaze is intoxicating. Friendly customer service is the utmost priority. It is a great place to visit. To live and breathe it every day—that’s a different story. I slammed a stack of pink card stock on the stainless-steel front counter. Folding donut boxes every day was the bane of my existence. In order for the box to close properly, every edge had to be precisely creased at a 90-degree angle. There was no shortcut to creating these boxes. Just mindless, tedious manual labor.