He so wants me to be happy. Which means it has been hard on him lately. He asks how my day was and I sign about how boring it was, and how there is nothing at all worth watching on any of the thousands of channels of satellite teevee we have.
I should probably stop saying these things to him. I should probably just be grateful that he gives me the opportunity to NOT have to take a job that tries to suck out my soul. Well, I AM grateful, I just need to let him know that.
I mean, when it's so financially strained that we don't know exactly what we're going to do about groceries, I doubt he needs the additional stress of listening to me bitch about being bored as shit all day while he works. (wow, when I read it like that, I really feel like a total shitheel.)
The possible good news here is that I might have a lead on a job that would start in a few weeks. It certainly isn't a glamorous job, but it is a job that I think would be a good fit for me. What's not to like about working walking distance from my house four days a week? So keep your fingers crossed or fling glitter or say a little prayer or whatever it is you do when someone needs a little luck/help from above, please?