Yesterday the better half got laid off. Now, for many people, this would be a bad thing. And obviously, in some ways it really is. But in a lot of ways...I am going to argue it is a good thing.
She was miserable at that job. She always believed her boss did not like her, that she was singled out for criticism, that when she did the same stuff the others do she was harangued for, and so on. She saw others going on break and goofing around while she was given their work. She saw them take off to go shopping in the middle of the day while she had to stay late to finish things. There was a lot more crap that went on.
I hated that she worked there. Oh, sure, the money was nice...I think she actually was making more than I do. But it totally wasn't worth it. She once asked me if it was okay if she quit. Not only was it okay...I wished she would. See, it doesn't matter if those things were accurate or not...it only matters that she FELT that way and it made her unhappy. No amount of money in the world could make me happy...and no amount is worth her being UNhappy.
I heard too many times she got "that icky feeling in my tummy and that worry x was disappointed in me"...no worries they are mad at her or she did not do it fast enough...Maybe it is just me, but if work makes you feel that way it is the wrong job.
I enjoy the material things in life as much as the next chap I would think. But I can have as much fun just hanging out chatting over a glass of tepid water or playing cards with a group of friends or a variety of other inexpensive/free activities as I can jumping in the hot rod, jetting down the Gorge to take the Sternwheeler Columbia Gorge for a dinner cruise. And if to take that cruise I had to put up with the horrific things she went through at her job...well, you would probably not see me doing it.
Now the onus is on me to provide the encouragement and support she needs to continue her prep for nursing school and not feel pressure to get a job right away, to just relax and realize everything will be fine. If money gets tight, will not be a big deal if I provide the support she needs and deserves. I guess here is where we see what kind of spousal material I am made of.
But unless and until I prove a failure there...this event is a matter of celebration for me. It is my sincere hope that her next job is one where she does not always feel her coworkers/boss make her feel inadequate/disliked/incapable or miserable in any way. She is way too talented to be abused like that and way too awesome to have to put up with it.
Meanwhile, I am off to enjoy the Memorial Day weekend. You all stay safe and happy and don't let the world get you down. That is MY job...
4 years ago
3 comments:
I don't use this adjective often, but her boss seemed to be a real C U Next Tuesday, you know?
I, for one, think it is a very positive thing that she is not in this hellish job anymore. She deserves to be somewhere where she is appreciated!
Props to you for being so supportive. I'm sure after her icky days at work she really looked forward to coming home to you.
Kitty, I am right with you. when she said they were talking about going to a different company and bringing her back in, the only question I had was, "Why on earth would you even consider that?"
Foster, thanks...I try. Maybe a little goodness there will counteract the varletry I display elsewhere.
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