I have come to the conclusion that I am a horrible Indian. Every other Indian person I check on Facebook has gobs and gobs of Indian friends.
Well, your family has done a great job of overloading any possible warm fuzzy "OMG shared heritage YAY" feelings you might ordinarily have with a metric assload of conflict and stress and Not Good Enough/You Disappoint Us-ocity.
BTW, that was a completely charming letter you sent lpfw. I'm vibing good things to you.
Thanks to all the beer talk, I am now craving a nice deep dark stout. At just past nine in the morning.
And, lastly, am I a horrible skipping-past-everything bad skipper and I missed where someone else linked to this excellent babycentric YouTube video, or is it just so ancient that everyone's already seen it and wearied of it months ago?
Post-lastly, it appears that I can haz job. I don't know exactly when it starts or what the salary will be, but it is MINE. Admin work for adult cardiology back at UC, starting, uh, sometime next week. I'm breathing again for the first time in weeks.
eta: yay vw for winning the YMCA battle! I'm vibing stern, eloquent smiting vibes to you for the next round of calls to Mass Health. Speak to that woman's supervisor and then smite her. Smite her a lot.