It’s a great smell, the garlic. Living on the central coast, they grow many things here though, and the worst is broccoli left to go to seed (Salinas area) it smells like weapons grade farts. Roll up them car windows!

Once, at the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, I was ordering a gyro at the gyro stand (there were pretty good, at least at the time) and I ordered one. The girl looked at my quizzically, and said, “huh?”

NEVER eat at a Mexican place fulla white people!

Talking with the mouth full is irritating to me. I can’t understand what you’re saying AND I get to see your cud!

Because no one ever called them on their bullshit. They may not be miserable now, but they will be, as their friends and family start drifting away, once they get fed up with apologizing for their shitty behavior.

Totally wanted it to be C).

Ugh, this is a joke, right? ...I didn’t think so. Wonder if she or the fella there can speak any other language? What would she do if she traveled internationally? Probably demand to be spoken to in English. Language doesn’t come easily to some people; I know, I’ve tried, and made some baby steps in a couple…

Huh. The salamander we had at a restaurant I worked at was right under the flat top. I guess you could call it a broiler, but we called it a salamander.

I worked in one in North America. I mostly loved it, but not any job is perfect. They did make some products that sucked, and when they weren’t trying to push them despite the suckage, other ones quietly dissapeared. Haircare and skincare are very personal; everything is not going to work for everyone. I found their…

These have been around for a long time. I remember getting them at an ice cream parlour I worked for in the 80’s. It was always seperate checks and special substitutions, and smug faces that left them.

Worked with sheep at a lovely small ranch. Lambs are adorable, as we all know, but they grow up into rather stupid sheep. I mostly delt with the babies, giving them their injections and cropping their tails when they were old enough. These sheep were raised for their wool (owner had a weaving hobby - my son and I…

Trust, there is retaliation is work situations like this.

I also worked in a male-dominated workplace for 9 years. Needed the money and benefits for my family, and these types of jobs pay better than others. I was usually one of two or maybe three women on a shift of maybe thirty. This was the 90’s, and I didn’t have the knowledge or the guts to deal with the stuff that…

Two weeks!? I could still barely walk, and had loccia (sp?) still coming out, and my tits were packed with milk. Can’t imagine having to go to work and being ‘professional’.

I had orthroscopic surgery on my knee, and as they wheeled me in, I asked that they keep the music on. It wasn’t any particular fave of mine, but it was pleasant, and if the doctors liked it, then I would want them to be happy. I went under just after they turned it off...pity, I think it could have coloured my dreams…

See, I LOVE the Aquarium. In an alternate universe, I would have gotten to go to school and become a marine biologist (or an artist, or a musician...you know). But I can totally and completely imagine the inanity that you had to put up with in that place. There are plenty of touristy places other than Monterey County,…

Call her by her Egyptian name, Auset. :)

I’m 51. For 30 years I kept an immaculate house, and for 20 of those, I took great pride in it not just being clean, but stylish, a sanctuary. Also had a rad garden, and the ex and I threw complex parties for large crowds (it was mostly me). After we split, I kept it up for a while, but with my current SO, I have the…

I worked there (USA) from ‘05 to ‘10 or so, and yes, we were taught suggestive selling, asking open ended questions and the like, but you can also use your own intuition and tell if someone wants to be left alone and when it might be appropriate to revisit a customer. The Mystery Shopper *is* held over your head every…

And these days you can’t blame a map or the Thomas Guide for having bad maps. You can blame Google, or better yet, yourself for mot being prepared.