Short meme because nothing worth posting happened this weekend
1) Describe your everyday dishes. Do you like them?
My everyday dishes are a mix of white corelle and grey stoneware with a blue edge. The cupboard that houses my dishes looks like a garage sale inventory. I don't know if I would go so far as to say that I LIKED my dishes; they are dishes, they serve their purpose, I have enough of them, and they aren't covered with art that gets in the way of a visually appetizing meal. I don't mind when they break because I'm not attached to them, though. If I want pretty dishes, I'll use my seashell set (but only on OCCASIONS).
2) What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done on purpose? Got married without knowing if the groom was Mr. Right. He did turn out to be Mr. Right, though. I hope I turned out to be Mrs. Right.
3) Whose reputation would you like to ruin, and how would you do it? And whose would you want to enhance? I'd like to ruin Angelina Jolie's. Those lips could stand to be popped. And I'd like to enhance the reputation of every decent teacher in our school district so that they get paid what they are worth, especially if they taught Jimmy in elementary school.
My favorite job at the Morris Center Cafeteria dishroom (college job): cleaning silverware. Working in the dishroom was a messy job. We slopped food off plates into a trough next to a large machine, the main output of which was steam made up of food particles. We wore ugly uniforms decorated with food stains and water spots. The only refuge from the mess was the silverware station. First the silverware was taken of the food trays as the trays came through the little hole in the wall separating us peons from the paying customers. We dumped the utensils willy-nilly onto a large crate that was sent through the giant steam monster. The silverware came out clean, and for most things that got sent through the steam monster, the cleaning process was complete. But not for the silverware. That got sorted into containers by item. Forks all together, spoons all together and knives all together. And preparation utensils in another container. They were then sanitized in a large sink in a specific solution for a specific amout of time. Then the silverware was removed and loaded into carts to be taken out to the cafeteria to be used and dirtied again and again and again. The silverware station didn't involve any messiness because the silverware cleaner only got the silverware when it had run through the giant steam machine. I loved doing that job. The main benefit was not necessarily the relative cleanliness of it, but that the job was on and off. I could spend minutes chatting with cute boys while the silverware enjoyed a spa treatment in the sanitation bath. That's how I got to know John, who set me up with Jim. I chatted him up while he was scrubbing pots and pans and I was ostensibly sanitizing utensils.