Was she trying to tell me something? The other day Ruth posted something about viability and this morning a post about "A Fetching Robot."
Yes, even a personal aide worries about job security, especially one who also writes for a so-called living in this tanking...tanking...tanked economy. So instead of making (more) stuff up, I called to ask. Turns out my job is safe.
"It can't make a sandwich."
What a relief. I happen to make extraordinary sandwiches.
"The technology is still ten years off."
Whew again. I imagine we'll be sick of sandwiches in a decade. Until then, the Fetching Robot is s.o.l. and the Kvetching Aide still has a job.