I had thought it was semi-useless….

I thought the ‘joys of yiddish’ would do nothing for me. except take away time that I was supposed to be studying First aid for step 2. Which I am doing, dad. But it was actually a fantastic reference for when one of the IMDs very mistakenly called me a ‘baleboosteh.’ Let me set the scene for you. In clinic with the pedi nephrologist. We had to change rooms (we got the bigger better clinic room, I think because of me, because I deserve it). Had to wheel in the little 3 door mini cabinet with papers for the clinic. Not knowing where to put it, the IMD, being a man, just left it in the middle of the room, frustrated that there was ‘no space’. Again, big room, little cabinet in the middle. Realizing that this was a ridiculous place to put it, I moved it two feet over to the wall. Apparently, that is enough to make me on par with interior decorators and elevates me to baleboosteh status. Oddly, he was incredibly impressed (well, it probably just added even more since he was so impressed by my extensive knowledge of children’s kidneys and of my quick mastery of the Hebrew language). As the IMD explains and J.o.Y confirms, “to call someone a baleboosteh is to bestow the highest praise; it means the honoree is a splendid cook, baker, laundress, and above all, keeps an immaculate home.”
My response to the compliment: “clearly, you don’t know me”. I think I might be the Anti-Balboosteh. However, I do plan on hiring a real baleboosteh one of these days. She sounds fantastic.