MizzMazz
MizzMazz
MizzMazz

Ah, I hate the damn scripted shit at jobs. Where I work now (not food related) is they are so very into ‘metrics’. Basically the time a given person goes through and wait times, etc - so why give it a shiny new name? It’s like ‘downsizing’, back in the day. Giving something a new name doesn’t make it any less shitty.

Hey, that one always strikes a nerve with me - “Are you still working on that?” In what little FOH work I did, I liked to phrase it, “Are you still enjoying that?” or “Are you finished with your meal?” And this was in a lowly ice cream/sandwich place. I’m not working on the food, I’m eating it, and hopefully enjoying

A friend of mine said that was the signal to remove the plate in Costa Rica. He had read it in a guide book, and he noticed the waiter didn’t budge until he crossed the utensils on the plate. Also, damn good food, he said.

Gah, Kinko’s back in the 80’s. It was a good place to work when Paul still owned it, but like so many places, it slid downhill. Lots of people trying to tell me about copyright law and Fair Use, when they didn’t know a gorram thing (“No, you can’t have us copy this whole book for you.”) My next experience was with

What’s cool about this product is it aslo works as a dusting powder. I use it on my hair sometimes, but mostly knock a little in my boots, pat a little in my pits, and under the boobs. A must for camping.

What’s cool about this product is it aslo works as a dusting powder. I use it on my hair sometimes, but mostly knock

Oooh, thanks for the link. Off to disappear there for a bit. Sounds really amazing. When I was a little girl, that old movie, ‘The Big Top’ would come on TV, and I would tell my parents I wanted to be an aerialist in the circus. Their reply? “You’re too big and clumsy.” They were probably right, but I am always

A little off topic, but I sure would love to hear stories about working with a circus!

Oh, and when you scroll down on that article, you can see her clones who did other stupid shit.

...Or they are going about their lives, and Nancy either escapes or is released from the asylum, and they have to work together to protect themselves and take Nancy out,or something like that.

I got really, really lucky, because when my son was a toddler, we had a gorgeous vegetable garden, and he liked to help work in it. I was also lucky because I had time and desire to cook and bake, and he was fascinated by that as well, and he really enjoyed food (like his mama). During the one scant season of Little

When I went to cosmetology school back in the 80’s, we had a client come in with bleached blonde hair, and she wanted a perm. She was advised against it, but demanded that we do it, so she signed the release, and the student went to work on her while one of the teachers observed. when the time came to rinse of the

And it takes time to make the transition from everyday shampooing to maybe once or twice a week. Everyone is different; your scalp may play evil dirty nasty tricks on you for a month or so, washing with just water, but it will eventually come around. When I worked out hard, I would rinse with just water to get the

I don’t know if it was intended, but the part where she is sitting beside the treadmill while it is still running...it reminds me of an old post I made on a long dead blog that the wheel is still spinning, but the rat is dead. The feelings behind that were very much about the expectations on me - clean house, job,

That’s fucking awful! I’m glad the cops took it seriously. It’s the thing we’re afraid of; escalation.

He says he’s tried a lot, over here and in Paris (mmm, French cheeses). It’s just the weirdest thing. The soy cheese was Daiya, mentioned above, which is one of the better soy cheeses, but still not as yummy as the real thing. He said he can eat cottage cheese, so the suggestion above that I make some (I have several

You know, I think I might try that. If he can’t eat it, then more cheese for me at least ;)

Thanks for taking the time to reply. Daiya is the best of the lot I have tried, but as a cheese lover, it just doesn’t make the grade. Cheese was the one thing that made me give up my vegan experiment. I like the crumbly aged somewhat stinky cheeses, and they just can’t fake that yet.

I have one. My SO can drink milk, eat ice cream, sour cream and yogurt (but doesn’t really like those two) but he simply cannot tolerate cheese.Any kind of cheese - he has tried many, and he ends up with severe gastric pain. I wonder if it has to do with the rennet, or the cultures that go into the cheeses, but I

Oh wow...that was powerful. I had tears in my eyes, when I read about those women and children who have to face this on a daily basis, and no one really cares. There’s a law protecting PETS but not the women and children? Not everyone has family or friends to help them, and I speak from experience, that an abuser can

I like you too - great name!