An interview for a job which would allow us to make more money and move back to Orange County.
His boss was fired last week and his boss' boss gave Chris the opportunity to interview for a similar position (apparently, not his boss' actual position because Chris is still a young whippersnapper). If Chris gets this job, it will make our lives a whole lot easier. Even though it would mean he'll no longer work from home, it would mean more money. More money with which to lower the price of our house!
Most importantly, this job would give us hope. Hope that something good is on the horizon.
Since Chris is employed in the real estate industry, I am sure I do not need to tell you that business has been slow. Just last week Chris' biggest client shut down a branch and we fear that that may be an ominous sign. The way things are structured, Chris' income is tied closely to how the market is doing. Which, three years ago, was like Hello Coach bags! But, lately has been more like Hey, I found a nickel on the ground!
However, in this new job, it would ramp up the steady salary a bit, which would in turn help us 1) sell this house and 2) sleep at night.
So, the idea of obtaining this much more stable job in the industry and for a company he is already acquainted with and whose offices are on the coast...well, it's got his panties all in a bunch.
I knew he was nervous because when I came home this morning from
I remember when we were first dating and working together at a bank and Chris had a huge interview for a Fortune 500 company. It was a dream job with all the perks and bonuses and a starting salary that almost doubled his current salary. I remember he called me on the way home breathless and exclaimed "I had to stop at gas station bathrooms all the way there, but I think I got the job!". You have to love that kind of perseverance..
I tried to act like this interview isn't a big deal as he was putting on his suit and tie. I didn't even say anything when I glanced at his resume as he was leaving and noticed that the only thing he left out was what he named his first dog. However, I couldn't resist just ever so nonchalantly suggesting he inquire if the company would like to buy our house.
Or at least put his family up in a corporate apartment on the beach with their Labrador retriever and two cats. You know, for the time being.
So, please keep your fingers crossed. I know he pissed you off in my last post, but to know him is to heart him. I promise.
Apropos to nothing, I just read the best quote.
"The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole" - George Carlin.
You guys, I think I just found my new tagline.
Grande-nonfat-iced-orange-latte-with-half-a-pump-of-chocolate-syrup-no-whip in the house! I'm out and I'm proud.
UPDATE: Chris felt like his interview went so well that he said "Let's just say that I'll be shocked if I don't get an offer". The superstitious little old Italian woman who lives inside me started hissing and throwing salt around. So, now we wait. We're pros at that!