Oops! Thanks Jess, and sorry!

Maybe Feral Boy is remembering an oven like my Grandmother's 30s era one - huge oven, broiler underneath which doubled as a warming oven, that you never had to turn on because the pilot light was always on and provided the warmth.

Mind you, when the wind was from the right direction it could blow out the pilot light and eventually blow up the house if you weren't careful. I'll settle for an electric starter for my gas oven.

Maybe Feral Boy is remembering an oven like my Grandmother's 30s era one - huge oven, broiler underneath which doubled as a warming oven, that you never had to turn on because the pilot light was always on and provided the warmth.

And that may be, but the fact that he's shocked -- shocked!!! -- at the age of 60-something that there can be more than one kind of oven with a warming drawer is still a little boggling (just like it was weird as shit that he didn't understand how someone might be sore after lifting weights).

Some people honestly don't feel pain the same way many of us do. Until he died, my dad said he never had a headache. He had felt stomach pains, so I was able to describe it as a stomach pain that you couldn't relieve by throwing up, and he sort of got it. He never claimed that other people didn't have those pains, though. He just didn't experience them himself, and asked for context that would help him understand. (He had troublesome teeth, but never needed anesthetic for dental work, too, as he said he didn't feel much pain from that either.)

My husband's grandmother supposedly never had a headache. I can't even imagine.

Well, I finally got notified that I did not get that job, the one I interviewed for in September. Now I have to decide what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Sorry to hear about the job, flea. I vote that you become an infamous hacker that exposes government corruption around the world.

I just got away from work for lunch and contemplating applying for new jobs. All from the attitude in the office this morning. To say that I am vibrating with rage would not be wrong. And without saying anything more than I did first thing, everyone is aware that I am pissed. My poker face is non existent.

I'm sorry, flea.

And msbelle. I have been in a similar workplace environment and getting away from it was really good for me. I would hope that seeing your anger would make them rethink their attitudes, but from what you've said about how they undervalue your work in general I kinda doubt that.

Sorry to hear about the job, flea. I vote that you become an infamous hacker that exposes government corruption around the world.

Either that or some sort of librarian superhero??