Sam Kline | Contributor
Head Brewer Thaddeus Michael has finally reached his craft beer limit after another heartbreaking day of trying to keep a packaging line running.
After pouring a lifetime of passion and strict quality control into his range of independent craft beers, his temperamental bottling line has given him pause to rethink his direction in life.
Thaddeus was recently spotted at his local pub late on a Tuesday night. Ashamed he tipped back the infamous macro lager in a corner staring off into the distant nowhere.
“By my 7th day in a row of 12 hour shifts I still felt like I wanted to get my beer to the masses, by the end not only were my staff terrified of me I’ve become terrified of myself”
In a perfect world Thaddeus would prefer all of his beer to be sold fresh directly from his cellar door. Next best thing would be a pack line that regularly worked and filled more than 20 units a minute. Unfortunately, he is left having to find creative ways to get through each week.
“Just like bleach can be used to clean a kitchen or bathroom I’m trying to wipe my slate clean and really bottom out with this before I go back tomorrow and get things moving again.”
Thaddeus was last seen walking into the brewery with a look in his eye and a bounce in his step that can only come from peering into the depths of hell and surviving.
More to come