Marty's Job

Whelp, it's been an interesting time at the O'le Sunshine Manor. Not gonna lie. I bought a mouth guard because I began grinding my teeth. In addition to Mom's issue, there's been another bit of chaos closer to home. 

Marty's company is in trouble. Bigly. He and I discussed it in length during our drive to Florida last summer, so the announcement didn't come as a surprise. However, the company started Hail Mary maneuvers in the past couple of weeks. This week, the Powers That Be actually let Marty and his teammates in on their woes. I heard everyone acted completely astonished and surprised--"acted" being the appropriate word here. 

In the interest of cost-saving, the company is now is plucking employees from their desk and escorting them to the door. And even if the company makes a dramatic come-back, Marty's been told to expect to be unemployed "shortly," but hasn't been given a date, What does this mean for us? No idea. We intended to drive to Dallas yesterday to buy a car, but that is now on hold. So, there's that. Our financial advisor gave us advice, which is rather promising, but doesn't change the fact Marty will be looking for work. And yes, Marty's resume is everywhere. 

By the way, Marty is in good spirits about this change. To him, the company is the Titanic and they've given him a lifeboat. As I've pointed out, this job has become soul-crushing. The more the company struggles, the more dictator-type rules come into place. Recently, Marty, though salaried, was directed to clock out before leaving his desk to walk to the company kitchen to grab a drink of water. And don't get me started on the arbitrary rule put into place which made Marty have to work on his vacation.   

I'm not sharing this with the folks in Texarkana because 1) this is a local company and if the business isn't sharing their news, it isn't up to me to let the cat out of the bag and 2) someone might figure out if Marty doesn't have a job with his current company and if Texarkana doesn't have a lot of computer-type positions available we might not be staying--which I already knew but they don't. If this is the case, I'll cross that emotional bridge when I come to it. 

Meanwhile, to assuage the Young Adult's fears, we came up with this. I picked the 19th. Marty picked the 30th. Polly picked the 15th. Buck hasn't picked just yet.