Two weeks ago, I got fired. I was really unhappy at the job, anyhow, so I guess it was a blessing in disguise. I start my new job on July 2, so I’ll have two weeks off. Old job gave me 5 weeks severence and extended my health insurance through the end of June. I might have to buy 3 days of COBRA coverage - we’ll see (small price to pay for being out of that hell-hole, though).
My wife has earned herself an official sainthood (in my opinion) for being so supportive through this, never questioning me, never doubting me, never pointing out the fact that my hatred for that job translated directly to bad attitude and poor performance, and they were justified in firing me. Reminds me why I love her so much.
And thanks to you, too, fellow Dopers, for your support… I appreciate the kind words, the support, and in general I have a renewed appreciation for this place.
So now I’ve got two weeks paid vacation, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t a beautiful day up here in Boston. I’m going to hoist a glass of (cheap) Champagne, play with the kids, and go treat myself to a steak dinner. I’ll type at’cha Monday.
You might credit your wife, but it was really all the good Doper vibes that landed the new gig for you (unless it turns out to suck; then you can go back to crediting the wife. )
Um, congratulations, that must be a great feeling . . . but it’s hard for me to get TOO excited for you. Mr. S is still trying to find a stable, decent-paying job 6+ years after being downsized. Oh, he’s been working, but temping, subbing, little respect, low pay, very little in the way of bennies when there are any at all. I do my best, but I’m getting tired of playing supportive wife AND breadwinner. (I’ll keep doing it as long as it takes, but it’s a tough job.)
I wish he had been out of a good job for only a month. Count yourself VERY VERY lucky.
I’m guessing maybe he’s going to get stoned off his tits, shit-faced, hammered, snockered, polluted, blasted, blotto, wasted, sloshed, trashed…
Oh. You meant what’s he going to be doing in his new job. :smack:
Believe me, I thought about you guys through this. I think your husband has a great idea about going back to school - I’m in school now, preparing for my next career; I went back to school in my mid-20s to get trained for this career (IT). Before getting into IT I was a trucker. Don’t know if your hubby’s done that or considered it, but it’s lucrative and a fun job (I liked it, but my back/knees/elbows/ankles/wrists/etc were giving out). As much as going to work for Wal-Mart seemed like giving in, it wasn’t. Tell him to hang in there, keep sending out applications, and to not lose faith. Also tell him he can contact me directly for search advise - I’m a pro - my email addy is in my profile.
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