Turning Point
I can finally exhale.
Early this year, U got laid off from his cushy corporate job after just a year with his team. It was devastating, for a number of reasons. I was still working at the pet store then, and I had to ask my manager if I could excuse myself for the rest of the day because I had to go meet up with my husband.
You know the saying about how rejection is often redirection? I fully believed that this was the case back then, since U was working for a toxic boss in not the nicest corporate environments before, and his mental health took a big hit in the process.
Having been let go and made free of that burden was such a huge relief for him, for sure, but it put our situation here in clear jeopardy.
What followed was several months of desperate job-hunting, networking, and meeting random people up for coffee, and I’m happy to report that as of this week he has officially received and accepted an offer for a leadership position in an advertising firm here.
I can finally exhale.
For several weeks I’ve been chiding him how the first thing we’ll do when he signs the offer for his next role is go to the store to buy his Christmas present for me.
The day he formally got the offer he kept it from me the entire day. When he went to fetch me from work, I got into the car and he asked me to get a towel from the glove box so he can wipe the windows down.
When I opened the glove box, what I found was another box—a box for the Osmo Pocket 3, which I have been hinting at for a few weeks now.
This motherfucker kept this secret from me all day just so he could surprise me, and I took so long to get out of the office because of a meeting that went overtime it was already dark and he didn’t have a chance to record my reaction when I finally arrived. 🤣
I’m grateful for this Christmas miracle, and I’m proud of U for powering through and navigating the very challenging job market right now to get us back to stability.
It’s nice to know we’re entering the new year on a high note, and though we’d have to re-think our household arrangements once again to account for the both of us working at the same time, I’m more than glad that that’s the problem we’re gonna have to address right now, and not something bigger. I’ll take my household chores and so-called domestic disputes any day.
Now, on to the next goal: Permanent Residency. 🤞🏽