Well, that was a long read. I think I understand 100th of 1%.
Do I understand that to say, some left wing partisan “humans” think smelt are more important than drinking water, or ag? Salmon? Farmed, dumb-asses.
Here’s my favorite lake in California. During a recent drought.
Back to her former glory.
looks like a top secret military bunker to me
I was thinking Tom Cruise and Scientology.
Worked with a guy I called SCSI. Pronounced Scuzzy. A hard drive used in high end network servers. His dad was a preacher of a Mormon Church. NO DISRESPECT to the church, but I’m agnostic at best. I come from a LONG line of engineers. I believe in Science. Ever seen the movie Contact by Carl Sagan? Or better yet, read the book?
Told me since I am so adamant about science, I should check out Scientology. WTF?
I’ve long had anger issues. And bouts of depression. VERY long story short, I once told the wife, that it seemed like the higher I got on life, the lower I got on reality. The proverbial light bulb went on above her head. She suggested I ask my GP for a referral to a psychiatrist.
Met one. Said I’m bi-polar. Light at the end of the tunnel! Stoked! Mentioned it to SCSI. 'cuz I thought he was a friend. Told me he didn’t approve of drugs, because they hide the “real you”.
I said, hasn’t your wife tried to take her life? Because she’s married to you, or because she’s depressed? Is there a difference? She takes Cymbalta. Anti-depressant.
Lost my job a week later.
One day, SCSI was headed to the grocery store. I gave him $5 to get some bread. (don’t recall the brand) Came back with no bread. “My bread is fresh enough.” Fuck it is, it’s a week old! I like fresh bread!" Was it a long walk?
I get a written invite in the mail to his birthday party. Wife baked a white chocolate Raspberry cake. Loves to bake. Sitting at a long table, I ask a kid next to me how he knows Dan. (SCSI).
Literally, crosses his arms across his chest, turns his back on me and says, “I go to his dads church”. I grabbed my mitt, and baseball bat, the wife grabbed her cake and left.
OMG!!! I have some excellent news!!!
I JUST GOT A JOB!!! FINALLY!!! YESS!!! 
$18 an hour (I think?). Workload doesn’t look super huge compared to my last jobs. Small place!!! Finally!! I can’t wait to start.
Congrats with that!
Goes to show how different people are.
A post like that coming from me, would not be posted in this topic and there would be lots of 
Retired too?
“Work” is a 4 letter word.
Some one send her a bottle of Dom Perignon!!!
Congrats! Studied up on your calculus? What 'ya gonna be doing?
No calculous, lol. Parts sales associate. It’s a little warehouse in a customer facing building. People call in and order parts or they walk in and pick them up. I’m going to have my own desk up front! I even went out and bought new clothes to look nice and presentable. It’s a warehouse, but not as big. I’ve been wanting to change up my fashion anyway. While I definitely can and will pack and pump out orders all day long, this job looks like it’s gonna be a better than that. Finally!! Feels like I’ve found the perfect job. I can’t wait to get started.
They come up with the most clever names, don’t they? Gotta be politically correct. Not a salesman. Sales PERSON is lame, so you’re an associate. Like a wanna-be in the North Jersey Mafia.
My first job was a dish washer. Now they’re Dish machine operators.
My favorite is “hygiene technician” lol.
I worked as a dishwasher a couple years ago. It’s not very easy, especially with my OCD with anything that food touches. I got to the point where I wiped every single plate down with a soapy rag because if I rinsed and ran them through the dish washer, they would still be greasy. I would hand clean all the bar glasses because they would get film that didn’t come off. Soaked all the saute cookware in scalding hot soap water, scrubbed clean. I also took dishes from the bar upstairs and down stairs. Took out the 60+lb kitchen trash cans, cleaned the lids, mopped the floor. Then I would always stay late and help close the bar and mop the floor on Sundays for an extra 20-30$. Catering nights and busy Saturdays were the freaking worst. My whole body would be sore, fingers totally stiff and numb. I started drinking way too much working there. That job was so miserable. $13 an hour and I still put in 110% though. Worst job I ever had, best experience. Every job I ever had after that was like eating a freaking cake.
After that I also never wanna eat out again, cause I know damn well nobody doing that job is cleaning stuff like i did. Actually I only eat out of its something fast fried type stuff. Something that doesn’t require having been handled multiple times.
Omfg. That reminds me. They would leave the chicken wings on the cooling racks for 8 hours sometimes. On top of that, they would have the 5 gallon bucket of wings sitting out next to the fryer for hours. I would get frustrated and put them away a lot, but some days I was just overloaded.
When I worked fry, I put wings into a smaller container and kept em in the fridge, I just refilled every now and then. Ffs nobody cares about anything anymore. It’s horrible. Some nights I would work fry and dish, or salad and pizza and dish. The pizzas were super fun, I loved doing that. Having them come out looking so beautiful. Some of the other cooks wouldn’t cook them long enough or put ingredients too wet, or overcooked the friggin spinach.
Damn! That’ll be ruled as murder! Salmonella.
Here is the U.S. someone must be on site that has a Federal Serve Safe Certificate. Since my mind’s a steel trap, I don’t recall the details, but you have X hours to reduce a foods temp to X, then another X hours to bring it down to 41 degrees. Like 4 and 2 from 160 degrees, I think.
On the rare occasions we go out, I actually go into the kitchen and look around before sitting down. Or telling the manager how many violations I saw before walking out and writing a review warning potential customers.
I only went to that fancy cooking school to learn to cook. I had zero intention of doing it for a living, but I took that class 'cuz it seemed like a good idea at the time. The instructor warned us that less that 20% pass the test. I got a 97%.
Pizza! Florence Italy. Ordered pepperoni, sausage, black olives and ham. Got a pizza with sausage on one corner, olives on another…etc. Waiter with an obvious look of disdain. Patrons going, why the fuck are they rearranging the toppings?
Something else that pisses me off. Here in this small town, you CANNOT get meat that’s tender. Chicken must be SERVED at 160 degrees. If you pull it at 160, it’ll carry over cook to 175 or more, depending on the heating method. Pull it out at 150!
Don’t recall the chain, but I once contacted a CEO to explain food safety. He was so, “grateful.” I offered to teach, but never heard back.
Adorable little kitty cat!
The nuclear reactor is vaping.
Nah, disability benefits specifically for people who’s life fell to pieces before they turned 17, therefore not much education and fat chance on a job.
If I was a little dimmer they would’ve probably put me to work in one of those social workplaces where they stick chocolate boxes together.
They never offered me any of that. I guess they’ve seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Pair of steamcraves
Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a steamcrave?
Cloud Chaser?
Or a couple geezers overstating the obvious. 
LOL!!!
LOL! Self proclaimed? Or is he involved?
'Ya know some day someone is going to take offense to something I say. Know that I’m always just freaking around.
Been married for uh… Uh oh. 60 years or so? Wife, STILL says she never knows when I’m joking. I’m like “when am I ever serious?”
“I don’t know I can’t tell.”
So, how’s the flavor storage unit coming along?!
