I ruined a pot due to events that I shall not disclose, found a cheap replacement at Walmart with the bonus of it being orange, only to find that the cashier wouldn't sell it to me due to it being recalled. Phooey.
Also, how do you f*** up a pot? That's like . . . stone age or something.
I'm so happy I'm able to wear real shoes now. I can walk easier, and I can actually do work work, which will help with "leading by example" in terms of slowly guiding the rest of my department into doing what they're supposed to be doing without being a bossy desk jockey.
I was still horrified when the archive intern came in and our intern had her stuff still splayed out all over the shared desk and she left her dirty dish from last week there. I'm still coming up with a strategy of how to tell boss lady that she needs to address that shit. Especially since boss lady is a fucking disrespectful slob herself.
I know we have had to recall pots that had a manufacturing defect such that the glass lids were in danger of shattering when heated. Happens.
That's like . . . stone age or something.
Chemical in the coating you don't want in your dinner? Plenty of high tech fancy compounds you can cancer yourself with that way, I'd assume. Or handles that weaken when it's heated, or it says it's oven-safe and it actually explodes at 275, or...
Yeah, I believe we've had all those issues at one time or another, although usually they are caught before the product gets out to the stores...between the QA presentation and the Consumer Relations show and tell I got quite an education in defective and/or ruined cookware at orientation.
Thank god pots aren't stone age, TBH. I need a bit of slippery and cool handles and transparent lids, etc. And not getting cancer from my utensils.
To be fair, I doubt the stone age pots are carcinogenic either. Unless you're unlucky enough to chip one out of pitchblende, anyway.
I believe the amount of laundry, cleaning and vaccuuming I've done today is out of proportion to the two little pieces of flea dirt that the vet found. And yet, I hate those bastard fleas and want them all to die.
Crap, I forgot to tell y'all: Allie Brosh, of Hyperbole and a Half, is on Fresh Air tonight.
Maybe you can stream it later, if it's already been and gone in your area.
I bet asbestos pots seemed like a great idea back in the day.
Good luck wiping out the bloodsuckers, Sue.
