Way way back in (what seems forever ago) November, my darling husband lost his job. Through no fault of his own, his division of the company shut down. We (he) went through about a month of depression over this, even though he had no control over it. He felt like a loser. I said to him "Did you go into work and tell your boss he's an asshole? No? Well then it's not your fault." But nothing I said could console him.
I knew we would be fine. I knew we would be able to pay the bills. And I must say we did pretty well. I only started freaking out when April 15th ticked closer, as that is when unemployment runs out.
About a month and a half ago, he was one of 40 applicants for a job in a cabinet shop. He interviewed, and he waited... And waited... Then last week he was notified that he was 1 of 2 applicants being considered for the position. He went in on Friday for a second interview.
And... he just left for his first day of work. That's right it's time for the Snoopy Dance!!! He went to work! And he will go again tomorrow, and the rest of the week for that matter. He is now employed full-time! At, get this, a better pay rate than his last job. What are the odds in this economy, to be doing better than you were a year ago at a new job?
It's snowing here today. So when he left this morning I told him "Please drive carefully. I managed to make it 4 months without strangling you. I would hate for you to die driving to work on your first day!"