Today I clean and do laundry and pull weeds. And get some writing done. Also I downloaded a jigsaw puzzle game which I am currently obsessed with, so there will be that. Yes, I sit around doing jigsaw puzzles on my computer; tremble befote my mighty coolness.

A friend of mine works in an IT call center. Friend is married with two children and makes $14/hour (fairly decent for Utah). The company has a Microsoft account that is being shifted to an Indian company. My friend has been offered the chance to go to India to help train the folks there. The Indian company will pay the airfare, for housing, transport to the job site and back, and two meals a day. The Indian company is even going to pay for his passport. Duration would be from 4 months to two years. My friend can't get a straight answer on several points, including type of housing, how will taxes be dealt with on his pay, food, etc. My husband believes that his "quality accomodations" will involve cinder block and tin roof and the traditional Indian workers meals, which are brought in by train from the villages. My friend thinks he's going to be put up in a hotel and he can call for his family to join him. He is not college trained.

One of the missing details is "who pays for me to get home?" It's very hard to get things in writing.

Should my friend skip this "once in a lifetime chance"?

A cousin trained accountants in India for her company and she stayed in a very nice hotel and was basically catered to in every way. The people she worked with were smart and motivated, and she had a lot of time off to explore temples and backstreets and suchlike. She LOVED it.

((((tommyrot and Senor Sock)))) Apologies for not speaking sooner, but I've been away from the board all weekend.

And no experience with dating neighbors or the separated-but-not-divorced, but I can see a difference between the recently separated and the longtime separated.

But I haven't been away from the Net, where I've spent lots of time at ancestry.com. And I think I found my paternal great-grandparents. One of whom was born in Bohemia. Which means (1) my last name is actually Czech, instead of German as I'd thought all my life, and (2) I'm 1/8 Czech, which I never knew before. And apparently my other paternal grandfather was named William, and not Hugh, as I'd always thought -- though he was still born in Wales.

I'm using my new toaster oven for the first time. So far, it hasn't caught fire, but it is ticking at me to let me know it's working.

I think I prefer the flames.

Does anyone know anything about the Cambridge Who's Who Among Executive and Professional Women? Because they want to list me, and I cannot believe this is not some sort of a scam.

A few years ago they wanted to list me too, Zen, which is why I believed it was a scam. I posted here about it, and was convinced by the response. Not that I remember what that was.

Who's Whos are pretty much all scams. Scam may be too harsh a word, actually, but basically you're paying money to have your name listed in a book that only you and the other people who paid will ever look at or care about.

Also, whoo-hoo! I challenged something on my credit report, and just got an email that my score jumped 44 points by getting rid of that item. Especially good right now with scary mortgage issues coming up.

I don't know what to do.

Basically, there's a lack of information here. I don't know what the possibilities are for Senor if he were to see a specialist.

Here's an annoying thing. There are a number of specialist clinics in the Northern (read: upscale) suburbs of Chicago. But apparently they all have long waiting lists. Like, weeks. So what the veterinary hospital sometimes does is transfer a pet to one of the specialty clinic's emergency facilities (before the clinic's regular facilities are open) and then when the clinic opens (say, tomorrow morning) they are transfered to their regular facilities and receive immediate treatment. So one problem for me is I wouldn't even be able to talk to anyone at one of these clinics (at least, I don't think so) before transferring him there.

The emergency vet has told me Senor's problems are beyond them. (Senor is 11 years old, btw.) Like I said, she has her suspicions it's brain and/or nerve related, but she can't give me any thoughts on prognosis, etc.

If there was a good chance the specialty clinics could find the problem and restore some quality of life, I'd be all for it. But if that's not a realistic hope, then it doesn't really make sense. Because while I would be willing to pay thousands of additional dollars in the former case, it seems to me in the latter case I'd probably be able to do more good by, say, donating money to an animal shelter.

But I just don't know. So far I've found nothing about his specific condition through googling. I could ask the vet if she thinks there's a realistic chance one of these clinics could find out the problem and restore some quality of life. The last time I talked to the vet she seemed rather pessimistic. She said his declining temperature (despite being in the incubator) is a sign his brain has stopped maintaining his body temperature in order to focus on "more important things."

Some background - in the last ten or so years, there's been an explosion in "pet critical care" where pets are now routinely given complex, expensive treatments/surgeries/diagnostics etc. that once only humans received. I guess that's a good thing. But then I also have this image in my brain of wealthy suburbanites spending fortunes to prolong their pets' lives when the increased lifespan ends up being small.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this part. A friend of mine once took her sick dog to one of these veterinary clinics in an affluent suburb - she said it bothered her that the vet there was wearing a gold watch and a suit ten times more expensive than her father did when he was a doctor.

I guess I rambled a bit. Thank you all for your support.