I’ll probably use it to not give two fucks about the fryer fries. But, if I’m really, really, REALLY dying for something, I might try it with something small to start. Or say fuck it, I can handle 2 days sleeping on the bathroom floor praying for god to kill me, so meh. (that’s usually twice a year, always the same…

snicker

My aunt had withered arm, too. PEOPLE POLIO IS HORRIBLE

I worked at a restaurant that was terrified everyone was mis-making pizzas to get free food. So you had to buy the mistake pizza or it went in the garbage. 75% off, but still. So usually one of the waitresses (who made a lot more money than kitchen staff) would buy it and we’d all share.

The first restaurant I worked…

I worked at a restaurant like that in university. I kept a bucket in the walk in cooler and said it was for my worm compost. Then I’d take it all home and make smoothies or soup of out whatever theme I got going on.

I got in trouble for “stealing” chicken bones. Unused chicken at the end of the night would be deboned…

Even better is that I have a food safety certificate!

It’s frankly more to do with the fear that employees will take stuff at the end of the night.

Me: Super duper poor where family lived off various forms of government income support programs during the winter months, and low wages for the summer

drunk eating poutine

Oh, but I hear Tim Hortons isn’t allowed. We used to have a couple of them who smuggled us donuts in garbage bags (as in, all of the donuts dumped into a black trash bag), so I’m pretty sure that’s their policy.

Totally. Or maybe the Edmonton ones were just rebels?

A bunch of Starbucks in Edmonton regularly gave us stuff for our drop in centre LOL

A bunch of local Starbucks used to donate their leftover cold case stuff for us (I worked at a drop in centre). They’d pack it up, and either one of us or a volunteer would pick it up. We never got the sandwiches because they were too fussy for us to handle, but cold case stuff was fine for us to hand out the next…

My husband is like that. He’s terrified of food poisoning to the point he won’t eat leftovers. However, how did he get food poisoning that one time he thought he was dying of ebola or whatever the fuck he was saying? Oh right. He had a jar of ranch dip he left out overnight in a hot room and then finished the next…

Seriously! It’s really hard to do this, and it’s really good that they are trying so hard for their kids.

I’m Mary Poppins. I also sing Meatloaf ballads when drunk.

At least the other Tracey, Tracy, Tracie, whatever is gone.

But it’s Vargas. That’s her gig, really.

She replied to someone (I assume she knew them b/c it seemed like an inside joke) of I hope you get raped (or very close to that - in all caps). Like I said, it came across as a joke, but rape jokes are touching things to be doing in public - when your audience is mostly feminist women.

Back thanks! HIDING AWAY NOW OMG NAME ON JEZ TERROR FEAR CHAOS