Dusk is settling in. Beautiful evening, a soft breeze rustling the palm fronds. Ruby has gorged her little self on canned dog food. I’m busy gorging myself on red wine.
Just about had it.
La Maya on the phone: Describing the latest un-fukkin-believable outrage from the Great Desert University.
Ugh! How can I describe my joy at no longer working there!!!
No kidding. You spend 87 gerjillion years getting a Ph.D. to qualify yourself for an academic job. That’s when you realize the last thing anyone in anything passing for a right mind would do is hire on to an academic job.
It was with something very close to seriousness that she and I used to discuss the possibility of creating and running a house-cleaning service. And frankly, if I were out there at the Great Desert University today, the discussion would not be “close” to serious. It would be freakin’ dead serious.
Ohhhh well. Thank gawd I’m now retired from that place. Soon she will be, too. Maybe she and I and her partner and our dogs can retire to Ecuador!