I'm sick to my stomach. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm (almost) speechless.
Today, I received not one but three phone calls at work from Hubby.
Usually, he calls me in the morning just to check in. Any other information that flows between us during the day is usually via email. Unless it's something important. I can't remember why he called the second time. It wasn't important.
But....the third phone call? The one I wish I'd never received? It was important. Uber-important.
He called to let me know that he'd just been let go.
After 12 years of giving his blood, sweat and tears to that place.
What ticks me off? Is that he is least-paid and respected manager; but yet he was the one who always managed to pull the miracles off. Yet he was the only one released.
You know what else ticks me off? He was only given about 3 weeks severance - for 12 years of service. For 12 years of being on call 24/7. For 12 years of (pardon me but...) fucking with our family time.
At first I was angry that he called me at work - why couldn't he wait till I got home. Do you know how hard it was to hold it together for the rest of the day?
But then I realized, it was better that he did tell me before hand. So I could compose myself for our son. Who is a worrier (just like his dad). And I can tell, he's worried. He asked me when his dad was out of earshot if we will be okay.
I know will be okay (hopefully) in the short term. Yeah, our finances aren't were they should be, but at least until unemployment runs out (hopefully we won't get to that point!) we should be okay.
I try really hard to look for the positives (usually) in most situations - so I'm hoping that this is a "one door closing and another one opening" type of thing (pleeeeaaaasssssee let it be that type of thing).
So far, Hubby is taking it far better than me.
Like I said, he's a worrier. And for the most part of our marriage, since he's taken on that role I haven't worried. Even when things were pretty darn bad.
But now? I'm worried.
And his ex-boss? He'd better be worried too. Cause if I see him on the street...... let's just say I'm not making any promises that the car won't suddenly jump the curb and mow him down.....
Who's willing to be my alibi?