4:04 p.m. - 2009-05-24
I have jobs, I'd just like one that has an income attatched
For those of you worried about my exposure to second hand smoke because of working at a tobacco shop, be happy. I did not get the job, so will not be jeopardizing my health on a daily basis. At least no more than I usually jeopardize my health on a daily basis, what with driving and living in the House of Bad Feng Shui.
Yes, I have decided to name this house finally. It was a toss up between "House of Bad Feng Shui" and "House of Fear and Bad Communication". "House of Wife Hell" is also apt... a bit too apt and would likely cause great concern among everyone who knows us. It was a lovely moment when I mentioned to NMH that I'd dubbed this abode "the house of fear and bad communication" because I spent so much time being afraid to talk to him the first few months/years we lived here. The look of shock was a bit novel... if a bit discouraging in a way. I thought he would have noticed the silence more. Seriously--when I'm not babbling, it's a bad sign. The good news is that plans are being laid for an escape from "The House of Bad Feng Shui." Not just plans for my escape to the Town House in our hometown, either (which had been a thought more than once). (Anytime I consider a move to the Hell City to be an improvement over current circumstances... current circumstances are DIRE INDEED.) NMH has said, on more than one occasion, that he's never felt at home here in this part of the world, and that he wants to move back to the NRV. I don't know if I support moving *there* (because I have a lovely theater & church HERE) but the fact that he is willing to discuss moving as a realistic possibility makes me VERY HAPPY.
Of course, my finding paying work would make house shopping SIGNIFICANTLY easier. Alas, the theater & church only fill my spiritual needs, not my financial wants.
