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I hate it, hate it when my husband comes home and all he talks about is a dilemma he is having at work. Right now it is about a man lift. I have been hearing about this man lift for a whole week now. When will it end? My head hurts from nodding, and my throat is getting scratchy from saying I know what you mean.

This is how it is to be married to an engineer. I always said I would not marry a doctor, because I do not want to hear about his work stories, and because doctors work long hours. Now I wish I married a doctor, I am sure their work problems are more interesting that hearing about this man lift, or how he wants to put a brace here and a beam there.

Every time we pass go over a big building or a bridge he has to stand there and tell me what a great job the engineer has done, or how he chose a weak column or beam, blah blah blah.. Of course three of my friend’s husband are structural engineers as well, and every time we go out together the three husbands have to analyse every structures, and the wives just leave them and go shopping or for coffee…because we are all so sick of hearing them. One of my friends is married to a chemical engineer, and she tells me it is even worse; he has to approve every household cleaner.

There I’m done venting, as I’m typing my husband is sitting beside me. He is reading the man lift code and trying to prove that they are going against the code. And I’m nodding to every thing he say; he has no idea I am writing about him..hahaha.