Today I spent part of my morning at home repairing our dryer. After a prolonged period where it made a horrendous screeching noise the drive belt finally snapped, thus necessitating the repair. After I installed the new belt, reassembled the casing, checked the gaskets, reinstalled the electrical contact on the door, and put the lint filter back in- all with the assistance of my lovely wife– she hit the “start” button. Bingo! Normal sounding, fully operational clothes dryer. And as I stood there feeling pleased with myself, a very upsetting thought ran through my head:
“I hope it feels this good when I get my Ph.D.!”
As a side note, I am aware of how gendered the above account sounds. Rest assured that we are good little liberals. Not that it's anyone's business but our own how we divide up housework.