THE BOYFRIEND and I are dealing with unemployment again. No, not mine again. This time it is his. They called him and told him they needed him to come in and cover a dayside shift. Which is totally weird. So, he went in to the office at 9:00 a.m., they called him in to the ND's office and fired him. They evoked Section 6 of his contract and let him go.
He asked me not to freak out about this. And, I'll admit that I am slightly freaking out, but I'm not going to show it to him. We are both aware that I depend on him for a lot of things. And now, everything is hanging in the thin air, surrounded by chaos.
He is trying to stay in the area, to stay with me. We talked about it now and no matter what we are going to stay together. Now, to just figure out what to do next, and how to make it work.
One step at a time.
He has applied to several places now, and we both hope that a few of them work out. He wants to be public information officer for the county, but I'm not honestly sure he'll get hired because, well, because he doesn't look the part. He's short, and doesn't really carry himself like a PIO. He's needs tailored clothes, and nice shoes. He's got to be on TV as a PIO. And as of right now, he doesn't carry himself with authority. But I love him. Immensely. And I will stand by him. I will move with him wherever he goes.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Crankiness
I'm cranky. I'm really cranky today. And all because I haven't gotten enough attention from THE BOYFRIEND lately that I really, really want. Two weeks of caring for him. Two weeks of trying to get him better. Two weeks of putting him before myself. I want attention dammit. And I'm cranky.
Irrational? I have no idea. I just know that I want attention. And I want to go out with him tonight. But I'm waaaayyyy too exhausted to be any fun. Or whatever.
Life sucks. Being an adult sucks.
Irrational? I have no idea. I just know that I want attention. And I want to go out with him tonight. But I'm waaaayyyy too exhausted to be any fun. Or whatever.
Life sucks. Being an adult sucks.
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