All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
It is really funny what causes a memory to form. What is funnier is that my husband's memory really only remembers memories when he had good food or revolve around food. Almost every memory he has involves food. Whenever he talks about The Wedding, he comments about the food. Just funny that husband is. (Just how Yoda I was there.)
I learned a long time ago that it was never a good idea for me to work anywhere that sells food, other than pet food. Especially restaurants, convience stores or the worst, the concession stand. Yes..I worked at a concession stand. And yes every day of it was a food filled huge wet dream of eating heaven. The candy was offered at huge discounts. CHA-CHING. The little broken chip peices were discarded unless eaten. CHA-CHING. Soda was free. CHA-CHING. There was a giant crock pot of nacho cheese. CHA-CHING. If you cut the pizza peices too small they would be discarded unless eaten. CHA-CHING. You can see where this is going. Thus I chose Veterinary Medicine...dog shit and cat pee...maximum appetite supression without the harmful effects of medication.
