In the year long journey that has been my life with Bubba on the job hunt, I have had a few scares, for example, Indiana. Bleck. A few hopes, like Pittsburgh. I must admit I was truly disappointed on that one. And quite a few WTF moments with my man. All ended in rather anticlimactic rejections.
Last Friday Miguel was offered a job...40 minutes up the road...in Waco.
Not the kind of move he was hoping to make but I did an Irish jig. I know that we will be here at least another four years...enough to get Alyssia through high school, then we can move wherever. It is a slight pay cut, BUT we have been told that a promotion/raise would be imminent within the next year. Fingers crossed.
So, thus ends (hopefully) the drama on employment in my house for awhile.
He told his boss' today. They were surprised and disappointed...especially one in particular. But for me, it means regular work days and hours. I get my husband back, my family gets their father back, and we can finally start living normal again.
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That is awesome. I know you are thankful that he didn't end out finding a job in Alaska or somewhere else equally convenient. UGH.
Congrats! I hope this will be a great thing for your family. :)