Food Handler's Card

As a new delivery driver for Papa John's, I am required to possess a Food Handler's Card. This card presumably shows that I am well versed in food safety standards and practices, and therefore will not cause foodborne illness while making and/or delivering pizza.

What this card actually shows is that I am at least a notch above mentally disabled and that I have free time to go to the Pierce County Health Department (which, ironically, is pretty dirty) and sit through a training video and test that looks like it was designed for 3rd Graders at the oldest. There are lots of cartoony pictures, annoying sound effects that accompany every single action on the screen, and recorded bits of dialogue that read any and all text displayed on the screen to you. Seriously. When you hover your mouse pointer over the button that says "Next," a lady says the word "next" in a patronizing voice.

After 25 minutes of this mind-numbing instructional presentation, I was faced with a 32-question test about the material. All of the questions were multiple choice, and all of the answers were little boxes with a cartoon illustrating the choices. A voice would announce what the little pictures meant if you hovered your mouse pointer over them. I hurried through the test as quickly as I could, lest I nod off again. Anyway, I finished, got all the questions correct, and went to get my food handler card. I handed my testing fee to the civil servant behind the counter and was about to ask her if anyone is really dumb enough to fail the test when she asked another person next to her to get a computer set up to retest a girl that was waiting at the table behind me. Apparently she had failed the test before. I wish that I had thought to ask her what restaurant she was applying to work at so that I could make sure to never go there.

I elected to do this test rather than sit in their 90-minute food safety class. It only took me 45 minutes to rush through the video and the test. I would hate to think what I would have done during a 90-minute class about this stuff.

All in all, this makes me much less confident in the safety of the food available at restaurants in Pierce County. Great job, Pierce County Health Department!

Why is everyone staring at me...oh, yeah, I'm wearing a tiara

Last month we had a few occasions to dress up to attend some murder mystery parties. The first one was for couples and was set in New Orleans during a Mardi Gras party. I was the wealthy daughter of the deceased and also a college beauty queen, and Adam was my fiance from the bayou, working his way through law school.



It was funny to watch everyone's faces as we passed them as we drove to the party.



Here's the whole group from that night: (back row) Adam, me, Jen, Cheryl, and Natasha (front row) Jason with Mya, Lonnie, and Kris. It was a lot of fun, especially getting together with other couples.

A couple weeks later, we had a girls night murder mystery party. It was a '70s theme and I was "Andy Warthog."



All the girls: (back row) Natasha, Jessaca, Angie, Cheryl, Kris, and Angel (front row) me, Holly, and Megan. We had a lot of laughs and good times. It's always fun to dress up every once in a while.

Episode IV: A New Hope

Adam here. Lisa suggested that we migrate our blog to Blogspot, because it makes a lot of things easy to do that were fairly difficult to do using our old blogging site. We will keep the posts up that are over there (since Blogspot doesn't allow you to import entries from different blogging tools), but new posts will be put up here. In case you didn't know where the old blog was, here is the link:

http://blog.adamandlisahansen.com

Anyway, more posts up here are forthcoming. Especially now that I don't have as crazy of a work schedule. Granted, working a few nights a week as well as a full time day job is not an ideal schedule either, but it sure beats getting up at 1:00 AM to throw packages around at FedEx.

So please to enjoy: Adam and Lisa's Blog here at Blogspot.