Work and the Dish Saga

Well, last night The Professor gave the final exam to his summer session class. I can’t believe that first session is now over. (Neither can he.) This means that he won’t be working again until September. A contact of his at the college did mention the possibility of a counseling position for the remainder of the summer, which I hope comes through for him, though I’m not holding my breath. They’ve strung him along one too many times there to make me feel very optimistic.

I ran across an advertisement in the back of my Journal of the American Veterinary Association for a class being held in California October 25, 26 and 27 aimed at helping to satisfy requirements for reciprocity licensing. I have until October 12 to register. I’m sending for information, but I have no idea how I’d get off work for the three days necessary to do the course. After what I went through for the national boards, I dread having to take yet another set of boards. I need to write Oregon and Arizona and find out their licensing requirements as well. I hate to think what carrying all those extra licenses is going to cost me. Ah well, it’s only for a few years until we decide what we’re doing.

Today is Profit Sharing Day at work. This means I have a sudden influx of money coming my way this afternoon. I elected to invest as much of it as I could (retirement is going to sneak up on me pretty damned fast), but I’ll still have a fair amount of cash to play with. I’m taking the Professor and I out to dinner to celebrate tonight. I plan to actually don a dress, and do the primp thing. At least, as much as I ever primp. I guess that with my missing toenail I’m not going to be able to wear my single pair of dress shoes. Dang … I just realized that. I guess I’m not going to get away with my sneakers if I want to wear the silk dragonfly number. Damn. I wonder if anybody would notice if I wear my Tevas instead.

I threw my hands up in disgust at the dishes yesterday. After The Professor left to administer his final exam, I went through the sink, rinsed and scrubbed what I had to, and dumped it all in the dishwasher. Yes, folks, we have a dishwasher in the apartment. As a rule I don’t like to use it, but when The Professor made the deal that I do all the cooking and he does the dishes I saw to it that the apartment management fixed what was originally a non-working dishwasher. That, I thought, would help ensure that The Prof wouldn’t be unfairly encumbered by dishwashing on nights he had to run out and teach. I informed him upon his return last night that the dishes were in the dishwasher and all he needed to do was put them away. Anybody taking any bets on whether or not the dishes will still be in the dishwasher upon my return home tonight? (Am I being “anal” again?)

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  1. I’m with Moonman! How come you never mentioned the dishwasher? LOL I had one in my last apt. and LOVED it (even though it was the cheapest dishwasher in the world and sometimes I had to put the dishes through TWICE to get them clean…) I miss it now and my counter is once again covered in – you guessed it – dirty dishes!

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