Remember how, not that many posts ago, I said that I not only did I not count chickens, but I rarely even admitted chickens existed? Yeah. Well, all this new job excitement took hold rather readily. Before I knew it, I had plunked myself down at the kitchen table, listed out our debts and interest rates, and devised a plan to start hacking them down to nothing.
I shared the list with my husband, we agreed it looked like a plan and we went to bed.
Not three days later and the phone rings bright and early and my husband is told that his employer has placed him on disability, like it or not. If you'll remember, this is a dance we've danced a few times. The last time this issue cropped up was the holiday time. But, as often happens in a company like UPS, the holidays are very busy--you need all hands on deck. You especially need hands belonging to able bodied, hardworking employees. My husband is one of those people. His contract states in plain English that until such time he can return to his normal position (driving), the company has to provide an inside job for him to do. Period.
I do not want to say much more than that because I have a feeling this is situation will grow significantly worse before it grows better and I like to keep things close to the vest. Depending upon how the company decides to play this, I want to have all my currently available options open. And, I certainly don't want any googling me or Facebooking me, linking here and reading how I think this will transpire nor the nearly half dozen ways I plan to skewer this unjust result to the wall.
But, yeah. That's our story at this moment. I am very thankful the opportunity came through for me when it did. I also thank the collective universe for reminding me that my normal attitude of expecting the worst & being pleasantly surprised when it does not happen (rather than going all pollyanna and expecting things to get better & to see something like a new job as a corner turned) is a perfectly sane & fine way for me to be. Because it's been over two years people. I think I shot the proverbial goodness wad when I was reunited with my first true love--my now husband. That kind of do-over most certainly sucks the positive karma/blessings cornucopia dry.
When I look back at where we were a year ago, though, I remember that our situation could be so much worse. When I look back two years, this was the last day when things were mountaintop high. Two years ago, we were in Ethiopia and today is the day we met the little girl who was supposed to be our daughter for the first time.
A real tipping point to be sure.