I wanted a churro. Instead, I found self-doubt and an overwhelming sense of failure.
Wait, let me back up a bit.
I recently visited Costco one night after work. My primary reason was to buy a 300-capsule bottle of migraine medicine: That alone should summarize the quality of that particular workday. After conquering the checkout line, I planned to reward myself with a Costco churro. (And, for the sake of full disclosure, two slices of pepperoni pizza.)
