eleventy-gillionth time) and listening to the relaxing sound of my
dishwasher. this rocks.
i haven't said anything so as to not jinx things, but my brother has a
big change coming, and we have all been very nervous and
bated-of-breath on his behalf; he has two huge hoops to clear, and,
well...we've just heard that he has cleared one of them. go, doofus.
neither one is easier -- today we heard that he was selected out of a
ton of applicants to a major american university/teaching hospital to
basically do research beginning in 2009 which will give him a sub-
sub-specialisation and this is really great, huge honour, and whatnot.
he annoys the hell out of me, but my brother is an exceptional
physician (as was my father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and so
on), and anyone who says otherwise is itchin' for a fight.
butsoanyway.
to take this position though, he has to be *allowed* to take it --
remember, he's still got a few years until our government lets him go.
every year, they will allow ONE person to leave for a special
appointment such as this, and the one person for this year (2009) was
selected a long time ago.
oh, it gets more intense.
for some reason, even though the whole one-person thing is carved in
stone, 2009's one person became *two*. so now we are waiting to hear
if he is the second one person for 2009 - whenever. if the answer is
no, he will have to try again in 2010, which sucks ass.
my sister is in a tizz because my brother is so financially retarded
it's sad; if he gets everything we've just gone over, he and famille
have to move to this hospital -- it is in another state. since he has
been in tx, he has been over-paying his mortgage (very dumb; one is
better off investing the extra money), and wants to sell the house.
meg thinks he should keep it as a rental property at this point
because of all he has put into the damned house. but that is just one
more family squabble which means nothing; all that will settle itself.
what we are worried over is clearing this whole one-person hurdle.
sigh.
butsoanyway.
my mother is still celebrating a local election result with the other
panthers; they have been trying to get this sorry bastard unseated,
and i won't go so far as to say that it *worked*, but the gent did
lose the election, and that's good -- he was a crooked, creepy
bastard.
you know -- like most politicians.
sigh...g'night.
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