Wish us some luck!

I know I've mentioned that Hubby has a god-awful, horrible job that he hates.  He is overworked, under-appreciated and completely stressed.  The entire organization is toxic.  It's awful.

This job, I'm convinced, will be the death of him.  Seriously.  His blood pressure is sky-high.  I'm surprised he doesn't have an ulcer.

We continue to keep our eyes and ears open for opportunities; but as we live in a rather small city there aren't very many jobs in his field; particularly in this economy. 

So, I was cruising the internet yesterday and decided to check in on a job-listing website (I'm positive Big Brother thinks I must be looking for a new job in a field that I am no way qualified for!) and stumbled across a job that seemed to be right up Hubby's alley.  So I sent the link to Hubby; but he'd already left work - I knew he'd get it this morning and promptly forgot all about it.  So much so, I even forgot to mention it to him when I get home.  Usually, for whatever reason the jobs aren't what he's looking for anyway.

When I got to work this morning and logged on there was an email from Hubby asking me to submit his resume - which being the wonderful wife I am - I did first thing.

Within an hour, I received a response asking for Hubby to complete an application and asking if he'd be available for a phone interview this afternoon!  It took some shuffling to get the application completed and signed and sent - but it was done.  The interview was to take place sometime this afternoon.

Whether or not it has, I don't know.  This was a crazy evening with all of us going our separate ways almost immediately upon arriving home.  Now that I'm home Hubby is fast asleep on the couch.  I'd wake him but I know what kind of day he's had - so I'll have to contain my curiousity.  Somehow.

Now here's were you come in - start sending your thoughts, vibes, prayers, or whatever this way - because this man needs a different job before a) he loses his mind or b) I become a widow because of the stress-levels - and y'all???  I'm too young to be a widow!

In other news - I am soooo into countdown mode!!  Only three more work days until I'm free until the end of the year!  Whoo-Hoo!!!  No, my job isn't as stressful as Hubby's - but I sure could use a vacation. 

Unfortunately, I will only get one day to myself before Man-Child's school lets out for the holidays - BUMMER!  Yes, I'm a Bad Mom!  I have already informed him that there will be days when I want to be ALONE.  Too bad he's far too old for daycare.....::sigh::  Back when he was young enough for day-care I would use my days off to finish decorating, shop, clean, do whatever I needed to do.  Then when he was old enough to stay home - I could still do most of those things and still have time to myself and get shopping done - because he refused to go shopping with me (which I almost don't blame him; going shopping with me can sometimes be an exhausting experience...). 

But now that he's got his permit....forget it.  He wants to go EVERYWHERE with me - just so he can drive.  ::sigh::  He almost took out a corner of the McDonald's the other morning.  And when I let out a huge gasp he got mad at me!! It's not like I'm the one who almost crashed through a building!!  He informed me that I would be the reason he wrecks - because of my reactions!!  How is that for rationale?  I see a building looming over the front end of my car - but I'm supposed to sit by quietly and not react?  I can't wait till he's teaching his kids to drive - oh how I will laugh and laugh and then laugh some more.  And then remind him of all that he put me through!