Bachelor Time
I’m home alone for the week, and I’m finding my way back into domestic activities much easier than I expected. I’ve been spoiled, especially since we’ve been in Turkey.
Appliances here do a fairly poor job and make no sense. I think the closet icon on the dryer dial is for linens, but the sun I don’t know. The iron is permanent press. It would be much easier to translate Turkish than hieroglyphics. The dishwasher makes even less sense, and it needs a P-trap installed like nobody’s business. Whew, stinky, yuck. I’m washing everything by hand because I’m scared to open the thing up.
We don’t have a microwave, which makes leftovers challenging at best. I light pan-fried some pounded out chicken breasts last night, making little kaşar cheese and chicken mini-sandwiches, which had the nice combo of easy to clean up, portable, fast, and tasty.
In work news, we’re on our third wire transfer attempt to the second bank to try to get my relo benefits paid. We have no medical insurance cards (I made some myself, but I doubt they would carry any credibility here), but otherwise payroll is working and I’m actually an employee here. This wire transfer business is disgraceful.
If the stock market tanks in the meantime, they are forgiven.