Unemployment Update

Marty and I have a rule in our marriage: only one of us is allowed a crisis at a time. It is definitely his turn. However, I loathe to call him "in crisis." I think Marty's more or less "in flux" and has no earthly idea of what to do.  

As of today, Marty has been out of work for one month. Now, to be fair--and I promise even if he recognized this in himself, he wouldn't admit it--the first three weeks of his unemployment he clung to me as if I were a cherished toy he'd discovered in the back of his closet. When I went anywhere, I'd get, "Where are you going? I'll come with you." "When will you be home?" When I was home I'd get, "What are you doing?" "Let me know when you want to go for a walk." "What are you working on?" "Do you want to watch a video with me?" 

I never thought I'd say this, but it was a relief for him to play a video game for an hour. When he wasn't in my business, he was "helping me." He rearranged my kitchen, my linen closet and my dresser drawers. Because I haven't been sleeping, in the middle of the night, I put everything back the way I want it. Only in the past week have I gotten out of the house without causing emotional upheaval--though I ended up having to go on a three mile walk at 1:30 in the afternoon through oppressive humidity when I returned from my errand. 

On the bright side, he's slowly returning back to the man I married. That job had been so toxic he hadn't noticed what the rest of us were screaming from the rooftops. But now he sees how he changed so much in less than four years. Marty smiles again! We laugh as a couple. As a family. Buck said we have "the return of Fun Dad." 

Yesterday, Marty had a second (facetime) interview. From the other room, I could tell it went meh. It wasn't that he did anything wrong, but more like someone on the company's end was trying to figure out how best to use Marty's skill set. When he got off the phone, he said as much. The company has a big customer itching to make changes. and it sounds like Marty might not be the person to scratch that customer's back. 

Also, based on Marty's answers, the hiring manager sounded like an autocratic control-freak. Marty just left a job where this was the case. So, I'm okay if this job opportunity goes nowhere. Or, if this opportunity swerves a different direction perhaps he'll be made an offer which doesn't include working for this autocratic control-freak. Either way, I'm at peace. For now at least. Ask me again if Marty is still in flux come next April. 

Today, he and Buckaroo left for Lafayette, LA (about 5-ish hours from here) to check out an oil worker job fair tomorrow morning. Mostly the job fair is for Buck, but they both brought resumes because one doesn't know what one doesn't know. 

I'm just happy Marty wanted to get out of the house. Polly just came in and said, "Do you hear that? The sound of quiet?" Squee! Yes. Yes I did.