My officemates often give me a lotta hell about my un-domesticated-ness.. I can't cook, can barely clean, can't wash clothes, can't iron-- the list goes on and on. At times they'd poke fun at my relatively easy life- about how I've never been required to pick up after myself, or lift as much as a finger to get anything done in the house. They'd tease me that, if left alone, I couldn't fend for myself. I wouldn't be able to survive living alone, if I didn't have the takeout counter, the driver or the nearby laundromat to help me out.
The sad truth is, they're probably right. My mom has even joined the ranks of those who tease me for my non-existent skills at household maintenance. She says whomever marries me is definitely not marrying a housewife. Just a wife.
Hay. I want to start taking cooking lessons soon-- I need to start building my resume for a different sort of a career-- one I'd like to start as fully prepared as I started my professional one. Hopefully, by then, all that my officemates can tease me for is not getting to work on time because I was busy at home. =P
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