Did I Mention That My Husband Got Laid Off Two Weeks Ago?
Oh, that's right, I didn't.
Don't take it personally. It was a secret until he got that plump little severance check tucked into our anxious little checking account.
It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed his position as one of the head Widgeteers at the Widget Museum. He was doubly troubled when a new Grand High Widgeteer came in with a different vision for the place Seymour had loved and for which he'd labored these past twelve years. My partner was not taken entirely by surprise to discover that the new plans excluded him and many of his co-workers.
And now he is free to pursue more fulfilling positions. I think he would make a good llama herder, but sadly the pay is just not competitive when you consider the cost of living in the Bay Area. If you know anyone who needs a kick-arse IT Director/Web Producer to enliven your well-funded and staffed not-for-profit entity, then by all means drop me a line.
He has been cleaning the house a lot as a preemptive measure against me going bezerk and gnawing off his toes as punishment for being in the same house as me during most waking hours. Good technique, honey, it's working.
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