Welcome to my world…

For those of you that don’t know me (although I’m pretty sure that the only people reading this will be friends and maybe family who are feeling charitable or bored), my name is Mindy and I’m a walking disaster.  Not the amiable, “let’s write a loveable comedy about how clumsy she is” type of disaster, either.  I’m a “yuck, she’s clumsy and odd, so let’s run in the opposite direction before she accidentally trips and falls on us” disaster.

I’m great at self-promotion, too…  So why am I bothering to do this?  I actually got a job writing a blog.  No, not this one, but the other isn’t even up and running yet.  I know, I should be (and will probably be / might be depending on when you read this) fired.  I work at a cooking school and am supposed to be writing a Food Technology blog for my old boss.  Apparently, I’ve done such a stellar job on my drafts that I’ve been assigned to intern for the school’s class on blogging about food.  I think they’re trying to tell me something…

As part of that class, I need to create my own blog…  I know, I finally got to the point of this whole post – only 3 paragraphs in.  Yes, the class should help me with that – thanks for your concern.  Trying (and failing) to get my work blog up and running has taught me that: 1) I don’t know why anyone would want my advice/insights on cooking and 2) I am much better at eating than I am at cooking or writing.  I know very little (about anything) and am pretty damn boring.  I’ve actually seen peoples’ eyes wander within seconds of speaking with me.  The only time people seem to enjoy my presence is when I’m telling them about my latest bout with Countess Misfortune (Lady Luck’s pretentious cousin and an homage to my favorite reality TV show).

So the only way that I feel justified in writing a blog is if its premise is how bad I am at, well, life really…  And maybe how you can learn from my (many) mistakes, with an emphasis on, but not limited to, food-related ones.  I hope this will be entertaining for you and therapeutic for me so that I stop eating my feelings.  Please feel free to critique – hopefully I’ll be able to learn from your remarks and provide shorter, less-wordy posts.  If it’s particularly nasty, though, you’d better sign as Anonymous or I will hunt you down like the spiteful, vindictive person that I am…  I know, I know… I’m working on it.

Thanks for reading, especially if you made it this far without just skimming.  I’ll post again soon, whether you want me to or not.