I've begun to dread Mondays. Even though last week went ok. Some days were not that bad. Even though I had a nice (tiring, but nice) weekend and should be rested up and relaxed. Even though for the past 12 years I have loved my job. I'm depressed. I need a mocha... bad.
This place just drives me nuts. Certain people drive me nuts. Certain situations, that I haven't figured out to control or manage, are driving me nuts. How do I stop the madness?
Sweet P has the encouragement that a school contacted his references to inquire about him today. He hasn't been called for an interview yet. And usually you need to endure several interviews before you land a job, don't you? Maybe not. But this is more progress than he's had in the past 9 months. He had a local interview for a job that he doesn't really want, and he had inquiry from an out-of-the-area employer of a job that he'd like, except for the fact that we'd have to move to take it. Or at least he would have to move. Depending upon what the deal is.
We're not going to fret about those details yet. Take things one step at a time. (I'm the one who tends to put all the carts ahead of the horse. whoops. I was all set to make the move to Texas. Looking forward to it, actually. But, um, well, no interview.) I'm just so excited for him, that finally finally there is some positive activity going on. Finally. Of course, the real "finally" would be a job offer. Real money.
The more my job drives me batty, the more antsy I am for him to find a job. The more money we spend on home repairs, the more antsy he is to find a job. But God has everything in His time, all planned out. I'd rather wait for that, than screw things up with impatience.
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