'bus boy, bartender, ladies of the night, grease monkey, ex-junkie, winner of the fight'

I'm not sure which, if any of those, job titles might be on The Husband Formerly Known as Unemployed's new business cards (though, since the strongest thing he drinks is skim milk, it's probably safe to scratch 'bartender'), but I am very happy to say that today, said husband is, at this moment, four minutes into his brand new job!

Let's pause for a row of exclamation points, shall we?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Phone call for an interview came late Monday night. Two interviews took place Tuesday. Job offer came late Tuesday night. New job starts today (seven weeks to the moment he lost his last one, but who's counting, asked the girl whose been counting for seven weeks...)

Is it a great job? Don't know yet.
Is the pay comparable to what he had been making? Will be.
Can I get used to him being home every night? Time will tell.
Do we have dental insurance? No.
Will I without question develop a mouth full of cavities because I'm actually supposed to be at the dentist at this very moment but had to cancel said appointment and of course I have been stress eating some Snickers? Probably.

BUT WHATEVER! The important thing here is JOB!

And coming up with a new blog nickname for my husband.

(I'm not particularly fond of Khaki Pants and Sensible Shoes Wearing Man, but that would be fitting today)(also don't love Carrying His Lunch in a Cooler Guy)

Thanks for all your good thoughts and well wishes. Honestly, if I can be greedy, I'd ask for them to stay in your rotation because now we're 10 minutes into his new job and it's still too early to tell if it will be soul sucking.

But even if it is...well, we'll deal with that it if happens. For now hooray!

EXCLAMATION POINT!!!!!!!