V0uges

There’s one in my kids’ bathroom. Can’t wait to reno the room and get rid of rid. Especially as the tub got a shit half broken tap but for some reason the bidet has a fancy working one. According to my daughter it’s there to flood the parquet and transform the room in a giant pool for her mermaid Barbie.

Well, it’s gonna end up like in France. A numerus clausus was set up in the 70s as doctors were afraid too many doctors would mean less patients and money for them. 50 years later, those now old fucks are now complaining there’s not enough doctors to care for them and that’s true. The wait list to see an ophthalmologist is usually 6mo to 1y long for examples We bring in French speaking doctors from Eastern European and North African countries to help staff our hospitals. Numerus clausus was cancelled in 2020 but we’re in a vicious circle with not big enough infrastructure to teach them: uni amphi are too small, not enough doctors to train them for their rotations in the hospital, etc. So IMO these striking Korean doctors can get bent.

All of my adult friends I met at work. We all live hundred of km away from each other but go to our respective office 2 days a week. And on those days, we have lunch and drinks, they are my children godparents and we talk everyday. As a grown up if you move long distance, it is a lot harder to make friends and keep up with the older ones. You may not have a lot of time because of children especially is they are on the younger side. So your pool to get local mates becomes the school parents and work. It’s a lot easier to determine who you’d like to hang out with with people you spend 8 hours a day 5 days a week that the other mums you only see a few times a week as you all rush off your bicycle to drop you kid at school and have a very superficial relationship with.

For starters, I’ve always lived in major European cities, with good public transports but not necessarily in the city center. As soon as you can be financially independent ie have a work that allows you to pay rent, utilities, food and a little of saving, even if only 50€ a month. I left for uni, came back shortly after graduating as I interned for 6 months and then moved in with a friend. We could go out in the evening after work with our friend group and no one cared at what time I’d come home nor wait for me to ensure I’m safe because I’m a girl and the city can be dangerous depending who you encounter. I was a lot less awkward if I had one night stand in the morning with no hi mum and when I met my now husband and brought him to our shared flat and my roommate had his girlfriend at the same time, it all went great.

My husband left for his studies cross country at 18 yet his mum made everything for him back home: laundry, cooking, cleaning. After he moved and until we met and we bought our first house, he ate pasta ham and rillettes with cakes every single day. Had his grandma who lived 30km away do his weekly laundry. It’s good he’s excellent at house reno as to this day he’s shit at house upkeep. Can’t put a plate in the dish washer, clean the bathrooms or remember his or his children’ bedsheets need to be washed. Do not be my husband. It’s not when you leave that matters but rather be a competent grown up.

I love my parents but couldn’t imagine living with them full time, not paying rent to them and not try to be independent as much as I could. If I had to live with my mother in law, you could find the bitch’s body buried in the back of the garden next to the Japanese apple tree.

Not every single mother can breastfeed and if we do, we need to increase a lot our water and food intake in order to have the both supply and for it to have the right nutriments. If this baby’s mum is still alive considering everything going there, with the food and water shortage, it’s quite unlikely she’s lactating.

I don’t. I try to get it sorted as much as I can and have a cleaning person come twice a week to clean the bathrooms, kitchen and mop the floor if they can can manage to see it. And every time my mother in law comes, she frowns and comments how I’m a not tending to my house myself and she did it while working for 60 hours a week.

Depending on which country you live and applicable labor laws, those type of information are available to employees. In France for example, we got CE and CSE who have monthly and special topic meetings with HR and WFH and one of the topics discussed there among a lot others. There’s a third party meeting secretary who notes everything and two weeks later we are sent the full exact write down of the discussions, who was there, who was absent and excused and who said what. It’s usually 30-50 pages long, really instructive and a must read if you want to know what is going on in the company. From negotiations regarding raises, open jobs, services where there are management issues and what’s done to tackle them, wfh, even the state and price of the canteen, input on company results, strategic 5y plan, etc.

The pay was on par with NYC finance salaries but due to social inflation, i didn’t see how it was worth it to move due to potential medical costs getting out of hand.

I was offered by my employer to move to the USA with the husband and children to set up a local team for a few years and then return to Europe. Didn’t have questions about the pay, housing, nope. I had questions about healthcare. I usually end up once a year in the ER for myself, last stint was a miscarriage over Christmas with 6 ER meetings but I have a shit ankle and break various bones on the yearly because I don’t pay attention to where I walk. Add children: usual sickness plus all the stupid shit they do and end up in the ER for. Asked is the insurance had a zero deductible or something similar to what we have. Long story short, I didn’t want to leave our healthcare system and we stayed in Europe as all they offered wasn’t up to par with what we got.

I had to check and apparently a vasistas is originally a transom windows and I’ve one on my house front door. It’s the window panel there is on some doors with worked iron on the other side that you can open but won’t allow people from outside to go in. Historically, people didn’t open the full door when people came to their house, just the window part and German would say was ist das?. And when modern velux windows become popular, they were also nicknamed vasistas by older people for some reason? None of this makes sense.

In France, a vasistas is a velux roof window. The windows in the picture have been our regular every day windows for a few decades.