My 'significant other/fiance/man of trades' may have landed a real job up here in caribou country. One with his own office, travel all over North America and PAY. Real pay, not pretend pay like we've been having since we moved.
I think sometimes the shit jobs we get breaks us down with a kind of emotional/financial abuse that makes us think we may not be worth more.
Job: "You leave me and you'll never find any job that gives you as much as I do."
Job you are a jerk. Really.
So J walked into this new, better place as if he was worth a million dollars and they didn't give us that much but at least it's 4 times the amount he's making now. Maybe 5-6 times.
If this works out I think I will have to go out to a really nice dinner.
Too bad I won't be having sushi - my bean won't let me. I love that bean though.
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