H got a bookkeeping job here in town--yesterday was his first day. The business is in disarray and he's quite pleased about helping them get everything organized and back on track. I would die if I had to do it, but that's what he's good at.
Ironically, the dream job H applied for and did not receive was for Marsh & McLennan, the embattled insurance company who announced today that they're laying off 3,000 workers. And he probably would've been one of them. Funny how things work out in ways you wouldn't expect.
I have also been offered a copy editing position here in town. Thought I bollocksed up the first one real nice, but the second interview went much better and they offered me the job five days later.
We're still dilemmaed over a potential job for H in another city that would come up in two months, and while he could quit the job he has at any time, were I to take mine, I would not be so fortunate. And I have to decide by Friday. I'll probably take it--better to be safe than sorry, eh? Even if it means sticking around this town for a couple more years. We have good friends here--that'd be okay. And I like small towns.
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So I guess the bottom line is that we're no longer unemployed. And that's a pretty damn good feeling after four months of self-confidence shaking.
Cheers.
-A.