It's Happened
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
Wow. What am I going to do? I had already prepared myself for a week of hair-pulling and cheek biting. Each phone ring was supposed to be bittersweet. A mix of anticipation and dread.
But the news has come quickly. Swiftly. The answer is in.
As my beautiful notify people already know, James has been interviewing for a position here in the Twin Cities. He was a final candidate. And the last interview he had was two weeks ago. Exactly.
And every day since then has been tense. Up tight. Hopeful. Frightening.
Until today.
Relief.
He go it.
A job. A serious job. One that comes with a paycheck that will afford us to eventually purchase a home, have a dinner out and perhaps, on occasion, see a show. He will have benefits. Office hours. Business cards. And, hopefully, he will be doing something he enjoys. That makes him feel meaningful and productive.
Yes. A big piece of the puzzle has been fit. Perfectly.
Relief.
I know he had a position. The newspaper gig. But it paid next to zero and was doing nothing for his self-esteem. Dare I mention the snippiness in the house? The pitiful sighs each morning when he walked out the door?
And. Yet. He didn't complain much. Not much at all. And not nearly as much as I would have. He wasn't bitter. He didn't take the names of his ex-employers in vain. He definitely didn't plan revenge. And I wanted to. I really did. You can't call me not bitter.
So. 5 long months later, it has finally happened. A job. Security. A chance to cancel this holding pattern that has taken hold of our life. Our world.
We can make plans. Save for the future. Purchase last minute Christmas presents without having to dial into the bank first for my bank balance.
We can go out to dinner.
I can join the gym.
Sienna can get a new chew toy. One with the squeaker intact.
Life. Continues.
Whew.
Last week Cubiclegirl got a new job after months of searching. Which is kind of ironic because it turns out that James and her were on the same college newspaper. And she got her job and she said, "I declare this recession offically over."
And I say, "Ditto!"
I couldn't have said it better myself.
And I'm so thankful. So very thankful. More thankful for a job than I've ever been. Thankful for James'. Thankful for mine. Thankful for the privledge to be working and earning what we do.
I also thankful for our life. For the people who have been so supportive. For the lovely prayers and positive energies sent our way. And for the people who've kept us company. Made us laugh. Caused us on occasion to forget.
And my family. For being there. For being them. For sending me money to pay for my dog's vet bills. For taking me to the movies. For handing me a glass of wine and telling me it will be okay.
And I'm thankful for the perspective. Which I never thought I would say. But these days. These months have meant something. They have changed me. Caused me to stop and appreciate. Made me realize that a job. That money. Is NOT a right. It's a priveledge.
Yes.
So things are looking up. The pause button has been taken off of life. James has a job.
And he's smiling.
Wide.
I like that. It makes me smile, too.
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