Sorry, I missed that.
Work Wife. (Viva La Dirt League sketch)
No children, but I myself had only cloth diapers. No memory of it, but for some reason my mom is very proud of this.
We had a diaper service. We lived in Manhattan, so there were lots of options. We also used paper diapers when we were traveling.
Because the service kept being sold, and some of the owners were bad at billing, it ended up being cheaper than disposables.
The company billed someone else for a year, and we never noticed that they hadn’t billed us. Eventually, the other person noticed, and they told us of their error. We said, okay, send us the bill and we’ll pay it. We asked them two more times for the bill, but never got it. Then the company was sold again, and we figured we’d gotten a year of free service.
I had a work wife, but nothing like that!
We ended up being friends with my work wife and her husband, but now that I’m retired he’s the one we mostly hang with, in fact we’re going to Pax Unplugged with him in a couple of months.
I had a work husband for several years. We hit if off the first time we met. We just had so much in common. We did hang out a few times outside of work - we went to see Spamalot, a Todd Rundgren concert and I went to a local sci-fi convention he was participating in where I met his wife. He bought me the best birthday present I ever got - a very rare Philip K. Dick book (my favorite author). We really had a lot of fun at work and that made it so much more enjoyable to be there. And it was totally platonic.
Then he went down the rabbit hole with Scott Adams about Trump. He kept sending me articles until I had to tell him to stop. Then we just spoke in passing and he didn’t even come to my retirement party right before the pandemic started. I often wonder how he and his wife made it through that since she had multiple sclerosis. I’d like to think he came to his senses about Trump.
A sad ending to what must have been a delightful friendship.
I’ve worked in a female-dominated (90%) field for nearly 40 years. I’ve have so many work wives over the years that I should have moved to Utah.
(all platonic, of course)
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I had to check first, but Mr. Mustard has indeed created a poll where you can’t see who voted!
No, but getting there!
Were you in nursing? K-12 education? Linguistics? I’m struggling to think of what career field could be 90% women.
I have several million pesos in my bank account and about one million in cash at home but I don’t think I count as a millionaire in the spirit of the poll so I voted no.
Quick back of the envelope calculation, adding up the value of my 401K, bank accounts, other investments, minus the amount remaining on my mortgage – not a millionaire, but getting close.
ETA: Does equity in your home count? If it does, then maybe I am.
Nursing. And back when I started it was 95%.
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Home equity counts as a net worth asset, so you’re a millionaire!
We were joking about this at our block party recently. It’s just a middle class neighborhood, but many of us bought houses years ago that are now worth a million, according to Zillow. One neighbor is an accountant and told us that we can count ourselves as millionaires if we have enough equity and other assets.
I guess I need to change my vote then. I do find it a bit ironic that owning a modest 1970s ranch style house apparently makes me a millionaire.
I don’t know if ironic is the right word, but it sure feels weird.
I should change my vote too… forgot to add in the value of the business!
When I chose my tagline 20+ years ago, I was being ironic. But two well-timed home sales and dumb luck with tech stocks…
I know the hospital I was born in very well. Been in it many times. 11 years after me my wife was born there. My mother died there. My kids weren’t born there because the OB had privileges in a different hospital