I hope this means they’re going to actually show you where things are or try them out. A lot of people learn better that way.
Its more training than I’ve ever seen. Hopefully food will be provided.
I wont be cooking, just a line server.
They might go over hygiene and cleaning, how not to get burned on a steam tray, and OSHA standards for kitchens. Not bad to actually see it and get paid, so I hope that’s true.
Hey, for that many hours, it should be paid. If so, my begging days are over.
I have a pair of ‘Dill with it’ boxer briefs by Joe Boxer. 
I feel happy! I feel happy!
We’re getting some. Mrs. L.A.'s mongolia tree is perking up.
I’m not a big fan of spicy. FCD jazzes his serving with red pepper flakes or other things.It was good and there’s enough left over for a small chicken salad. I also made onions-mushrooms-green beans with a bit of soy sauce and some oyster sauce and a few shakes of sesame seeds. And boiled potatoes (definitely minimalist there.) And yes, we ate stoopit early like the RDOS we are!
When I cook just for him - like chili or red beans and rice (neither of which I like) I season them accordingly. It works for us.
Well, those who bought tickets to the Dallas/NY game sure got their money’s worth today - I was only listening to it from another room and I could tell it was not a run-of-the-mill game. FCD is happy with the result.
For now, dishwasher is sloshiing and I’m about to plop in my recliner. Because I can!
Sriracha!
Sriracha with mayo! On a fried egg sandwich!
Sriracha with mayo, mixed into ground beef (seasoned with salt, pepper, and garlic powder) and broccoli!
I talked to my sister–the one who’s afraid of SIL. She was appalled by what SIL said to me. It’s always nice talking to her because she’s such a sunny soul. I always say her genes look like smiley faces.
A donut counts if you’ll eat it shortly.
Oh, I know that. My dogs were full-time nappers and became quite expert at it. The problem is that Max doesn’t know it. If his person is out for 10 minutes, he starts crying and barking, which naturally annoys the others in her building. I’ve talked to her several times about introducing him to her absences incrementally, but she won’t do it. Ah, well.
Aw, he’s trying to protect you. Attaboy, Monkey!
Oh, my word. If cats start having raves, we’re in trouble. First come the raves, then the catnip parties, and then the gang violence, with cats wearing tiny leather jackets that say “Another one bites the dust” and a graphic of a dead mouse.
Here come the cats like a bat out of hell
Some mouse gets in our way,
Some mouse don’t feel so well!
pilot, a belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I missed it. You’ll have to celebrate all over again.Next year I’ll hire the entire Air force band to play “Up in the Air, Junior Birdmen!”
I read once that those commercials showing an older couple dancing on a cruise, hiking with a dog in the woods, etc. actually use people in their 40s or 50s who are prematurely grey or who wear wigs. I guess AI is putting those people out of work.
And you would be spot on, you clever person, you. She really does have some form(s) of mental illness. She had a horrific childhood one that would make Lemony Snickets orphans look pretty lucky. Unfortunately, she absolutely refuses to get therapy. She’s afraid of having to relive everything and besides, nothing’s really wrong with her (she thinks). And your line about my brother is also true, but he says he signed up for this and isn’t quitting. (She honestly wouldn’t last a week without him.)
That’s a good idea. I’ll have to remember that! Thanks much.
I listened to it. It’s very lively with a great beat. Very energizing, too. I can see why you’d love it.
I bet it’s available in a tee shirt. I’d want something I could point to in public. Pointing to the undies (mine or someone else’s) might make me a target at Target.
Did you know that 10 years ago, Variety erroneously announced Terry Gilliam’s death? Gilliam, who was about to go on tour, posted on social media, “I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING DEAD, especially to those who bought tickets for the upcoming talks but Variety has announced my demise. Don’t believe their retraction and apology!”
I long thought that if I were going to have an epitaph, it’d be, “My, you look nice today! New shoes?” but it might be better to have “I’m not dead yet!” it’s probably been done.
Howdy Y’all! We had a, for us, big crowd at church. Then there was homemade ‘niller ice cream with all kinds of toppin’s, nanner bread and blondies in the parish hall afterwards. So we had dessert first. Then we picked up stoner food and brought it back to da cave to eat. Nappage then ensued. The biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Tomorrow night is men’s night over to the church house, so steaks are marinatin’ and beer is chillin’.
There was much discussion about the DAWGS game yestiddy while we were in the parish hall. I was not the only one who had phone in hand ready to dial 911. The big Clemson fan amongst us said he did not want to talk about the game Clemson played at Jawja Tech*. Clemson lost on a last second field goal. Poor guy was In mournin’.
*Jawja Tech, re the NATS. The main campus is located on North Avenue in Etlanner. UGA folks refer to it as North Avenue Trade School. NATS calls UGA Cow U.
I cleaned, dusted, laundered, took out the trash and recycling, and filled the birdsquirrel feeder. When I swept the back porch, I noticed the dryer vent hornked out a couple of lint balls. Watching less bad pro handegg.
Good choice. I have a 2600+(the paddles, keypad, and cartridges I’ve had since the early 80’s)
Well it’s still called Wilkerson Sword, even though they stopped making them in 2005.
He should go for a walk.
I get ads for things Mumpers mention here.
< tinfoil hat on >
< Reynolds Aluminum foil ads manifest >
I’m not a fan of Giant Space Ants, either.
That’s a good sign.
Lord god almighty, that will be my sibs and me when Dad goes.
So you’re a member of the Church of Texas Brisket?
Got a few things done today. Swore some more at the new printer (Canon dropped the ball on this model) and wasted several sheets of labels before getting the !@#$ing print tray figured out. If I had the printer somewhere else, I’d use the back feed.
Right now, I’m in the midst of writing a few thank you notes for some of the help received during the move and Baby Sis and her husband’s gift of the washer and dryer. That made the difference of me taking this apartment or not.
Naw. Chili crisp. I have three (3) varieties, including the bog-standard “angry grandma” jar, plus two fancier versions (an onion- and a garlic-based version) offa Amazon.
That’s some quality one-up-manship right there.
Oh, great, now I gotta look up sports stuff. (Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back.)
Heard the Lions game today was sumpin’ else, too.
Ummm … gooooo team? 
Yes, absolutely. Shoddy training means being tossed into the deep end when you have no idea how to even swim, let alone avoid the sharks. Good training (usually) means a smoother start, less frustration all ‘round .. and I genuinely hope Coppertone caught a break on a good employer this time.
LOL I had to huddle in the walk-in freezer today - even the fridge was just not cutting it.
Coworker: “Where were YOU?”
Me: “Freezer.”
Coworker: “Did you … bring back a bag of onion rings?”
Me: “No.”
Coworker: “ ….. “
Short shift was blessedly short { does math on fingers } a whole entire 4.5 hours. { Shaddup, nobody ever hired me for my math skillz. }
Got home with over an hour of sunlight time, so Monkey is getting some non-harness outside time.
I need to deal with his 
box, and then drag my biiiiiig bin out (complete with yuck!). Meanwhile, Coolio is getting a heckuva workout (86F today 
) then Monks gets to wear his ravin’ jacket and wander around some more, I guess, while I giggle at the bobbling bright blue light.
I want housing to put the heat on!
Dinner tonight is poke loin, sweet N.O.T., and salad, with a Wisconsin Old Fashioned.
(I’ve worked places where people fresh out of training were expected to train the next crop of cannon fodder)
It’s my go-to comfort food. 
Good Sunday evening all. Dinner at BJ’s was not that good, albeit the Triple Chocolate Kazookie was worth it. Did end up going to the gym and my combined calories burned (according to the machines I work out on) was over 9,000 calories this week, which is probably too many, so I’ll cut back some next week. Outside of that and watching some tackleball, not much else, still have to hang up and otherwise sort my clothes before bedtime (if I put the baskets in the bedroom, I can forget about them quite easily I have found).
And now to work my way through the long march of messages posted since this morning.
Taters. I have been lucky in my neighbors, they have been mostly quiet folks for the twenty or so years I have been here, very few disruptions and even the dogs have been well-behaved.
Cookie, sounds like a good day with family. And an excellent excuse for sloth today.
Oopsie, hope your upcoming travels go well. And a few extra {{hugs}} for learning how to live without Bailey.
Nellie, you get yourself into those situations because you care about people, and families can be hard to deal with. Your mention of rain made me look at my 10-day forecast and right now the next week is dry and rain chances after that are only 25%, so not a good time for the yard/gardening folks.
FCM, don’t get on web-sights with commercials too much, but sounds like items worth avoiding. (Chicken ones of course…).
Coppertone, hope the training goes well.
Much thanks for sending me off to Slumberland with a chuckle.
Swampy, much food eating at your church.
And that’s all I got, folks. Watching a couple more You Tubes and then heading off to put my clean clothes in their proper places and turn in for the night. Catch y’all on the next MMP.
Harvey, Creamsickle, Tonka… We still miss you all.
Jawja Tech
I once had an install of an exhibition at Ga tech. I gotta say, Atlanta is a very irritating city. Every damn street is called peachtree or peach lane, and you go along and suddenly the lane you are in turns into a parking spot.
Stupid exciting day, climbed up on the roof and cut down a bunch of the walnut tree branches that were providing a squirrel highway. I’m too old to be using a chainsaw on a roof.