Yeah. I’m totally behind equal pay etc. but randomly assuming that any housewife is being repressed and unfulfilled is stupid. It would be so much more fulfilling for me to work full time doing data entry or something. Right.
We’ve been through the options. If I were to work full-time we’d spend a heck of a lot more on packaged food and eating out, I’d have to get a bus pass, and I’d be crankier because I would be still doing about 75% of the housework I do now (minus all the baking) in much less time.
I think it works out to the house being about 50% less tidy, and us spending an extra several hundred a month, which would mean that I’d make about the same as I do now. Mr. Lissar and I have had all these discussions. It’s the assumption that I’m a poor, overworked, un-emancipated barefoot-and-pregnant type that bothers me.
If it works for y’all LiLi then good. Anybody who thinks differently can just go take a big flyin’ leap off something tall enough that it would make em hurt real bad when they landed.
Ummm… Spats just watchout for Rippy the Gator whilst at the lake, ok? Bobbio unless you have a very suicidal desire to go stompin’ around amongst the gators, disturbin’ their nests and such, you’ll have no problems. Most of the time they’re asleep anyways. Plus, gator tail is good eats. Really though, they don’t want anymore to do with us than we want to do with them.
The good mood is still here but it has been mildly disturbed. I was sent a UL in an email. Those things always bother me. I, of course, sent the appropriate linkage to show how it ain’t real. It was about rat pee in soda cans. Of course we all know that it’s a good idea to wipe off the top of soda cans from vending machines, coolers, etc. just because the cans have probably been handled by humans several times and you know what nasty critters them humans are.
Tell your Misguided Feminist co-worker that these days division of labor is strictly according to practicalities rather than gender assignment. Like in our house, Papa T. cooks and does most of the laundry. I do some of the laundry, some of the kitchen cleanup, most of the vacuuming, and all of the bathroom cleaning. He mows the lawn. I clean out of the flowerbeds. He leaves for work at 5:15 am and doesn’t get home most days till after 5 pm; I work at home and often don’t get out of my PJs till noon, so I drop off and pick up his shirts from the cleaners and run most of the errands. He does the grocery shopping since he does the cooking, though, and also because he is the World’s Slowest Shopper™.
How do I know he’s the WSS? The first time I ever went to a grocery store with him, he said, “We need some bacon.” He picked up a package. It looked very lean, was a good price. I said, “That looks good.” He said, “Let me check.”
Ten minutes later I gave up and sat down on the floor of the grocery store, waiting while he looked at every single package of bacon on the shelves. Not just one of each brand; oh, no, he looked at every individual package.
And then, finally, what happened? He went back to the very first package he’d looked at and said, “Okay, we’ll get this one.”
There were two results of that shopping excursion: (1) I knew if I didn’t kill him on the spot, I’d probably be able to let him live to a ripe old age; and (2) I decided to let him grocery shop alone.
Somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem. From what Bobbio has told us, Maddie the VunderDog couldn’t be bothered to wander five miles to check out a gator hole. It’d be too far from her food dish.
Not quite, Swampy. She’d chase a hotdog on a string for 5 miles if she thought there was prayer of a chance of her actually catching it… Otherwise, you’re right. French bulldogs, especially ones with heart murmurs, aren’t known for high endurance overland treks.
It’s sorely tempting to take the cats for a certain 5 mile trip in the VunderCar, on the other hand…
I do think it is worth having and so far it looks like it has a chance of being interesting. So yeah, it will be overwhelming I guess. I think I am catching on some of the time, but I hate constantly asking what I’m sure are idiotic questions. And having to ask my boss to break everything down into tiny pieces for me to work on instead of being able to handle tasks whole. Oh well. It’s only the end of week 2.
LiLi, tell your coworker to butt out. We all make our own choices about division of labor at home, and if yours is working for your and Mr. L, it’s none of her damn business. It really bugs me when people like this think they have a say on how I live my life. Grrrr.
mika, I’m enjoying the story of you trip. You’re a saint for traveling with you family. I gave up on traveling with mine a long time ago. Somehow we did manage not to kill each other while spending a week together in my new apartment while they helped me settle in, but in general, I find family is better in small doses.
Whenever I have a challenging job (which is not often, in this place ), I figure it’s easier for somebody to answer stupid questions than it is for them to do the whole thing over again if I screwed it up. And I’ve been known to start with “Okay, I swear that once I’ve got it down, you’ll never have to show me again, but right now, I want not to fuck this up.” It usually helps.
Be glad you don’t work for Bank of America. They’re making it a condition of receiving one’s severance to train the replacements. What makes that even crappier is that for the most part, the people leaving are having to train people that will be taking the job to India, where they’ll do it for less money.
taxi have you gone to downtown Minneapolis and tossed your hat up in the air yet? Have you seen the statue of Mary Tyler Moore aka Mary Richards they have in downtown yet? I made a special trip just to see that. I figured it was sorta like being in Memphis and having to see Graceland. Everybody should go see Graceland, btw. I feel it is important to know how much tacky money can buy. It’s soooooooooo tacky, but it’s expensive tacky! Oh, I didn’t toss my hat up in the air in Minneapolis cause, well, I wasn’t wearin’ one and I think you have to be a girl for that to look right.
Well, I most assuredly am not. It was just announced that the Coast Guard base is locked down and likely to last 2 or more hours because of a construction related gas leak at the other end of the one road in and out of the joint. :mad:
Moments after I posted, my boss came by to tell the whole department that they’ve hired somebody new, someone who will be backing up just about everybody in one way or another (the company promoted the previous Jack-of-all-Backups a month or so ago, and now we’re noticing the lack of him). So, I guess they haven’t been interviewing to replace me.
We have bought an air conditioner! It has some great engery effeciency rating or other, and it’s under warranty. We went to a crazy number of stores, and they all had one or two different models, and that was it. Weird.
So we’ll install it as soon as it gets hot again. Today it’s cool and breezy.
I must scrub the kitchen, and go through the freezer. I’ll make pizza for dinner. Yum.
Bobbio, take a deep breath and hold it, then run for the gate!!!
Got some kinda good news today. The assface that banged my daughter around in Ohio several months ago FINALLY got sentenced. he was only charged with Agg. Criminal Menacing, not for the bruises he left her because he did that right before she left Ohio to come home for Christmas and she didn’t report that. (I know…).
He got 30 days in the pokey, a year’s probation, all sorts of conditional things he can’t violate, like posting about or to her on the internet, IM’ing her and stuff…anger management and a note that any future similar offenses, or any violation of the conditions het him hauled back to serve tha MAX, which is a year in jail.
She’s just glad to get it behind her. Me too.
And, on a nicer note, my work camera crapped out on me today, so I toddled to the camera store and got me one of these . Yes it IS a legitmate work camera.
Okay, I’m jumping into this thread out of nowhere (was lurking) and somehow have ended up living with the World’s Fastest Shopper. Unfortunately, that also translates into World’s Sloppiest Shopper. He doesn’t even slow down enough to check that he has the right brand of something when it’s something that he CARES about what brand it is. Granted I’m pickier about brands in general than he is, but (as an example) off-brand chicken nuggets are naaaasty.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to get these. I don’t even like them.”
“So slow down and read the labels!”
“But I don’t like grocery shopping.”
“If you did it right the first time you wouldn’t have go back and do it again, would you?”
(I’ve never said the last thing but I’ve sure been tempted to!)
He’s great, I love him to death, but I don’t get it. I just don’t.
), I figure it’s easier for somebody to answer stupid questions than it is for them to do the whole thing over again if I screwed it up. And I’ve been known to start with “Okay, I swear that once I’ve got it down, you’ll never have to show me again, but right now, I want not to fuck this up.” It usually helps.