Recovering Economy and Phlegm

Whoever said the economy is improving is on crack. I have some highly marketable skills on my resume, but in six months have not had a single job lead. Well, I had an interview, but they "added" duties to the job that are not duties that I am interested in. More accurately, I am interested in my safety and the "added" duties could seriously jeopardize my safety. So no job. I have been submitting applications for six months, and quite intensively for the last couple. Not so much as a bite. BUT, the economy is swell.

Fortunately, an income from me is not needed. It would be nice, and would really help my case, but I am looking.

I could get a job at a gas station or something like that, but not sure that would help me much either. Plus, we are down to just my car. Mail Man's truck broke down, so we took it to a friend of his to have a look at it. The good news is we made to him. Bad news is the motor is blown. So no more truck. Makes my job hunting a little problematic when three days out of the week, I need to have about three hours off to go home and get him, drive him to the yard, then drive back to work. I'm sure that will go over well with a prospective employer. Then I need about a week and a half off in November when I have my hearing and get my son back (fingers crossed). I'm sure that will be on the top of any employers list to hire someone, then give them time off. So, for the time being, I am assuming that if I was meant to have a job, I would have found it. When I am meant to find it I will. Or not. If, When not if, when not if. WHEN I get my son back, I will just go back to school to get my degree. Mail Man and I talked about that the other day. So we are not worrying about it too much. He makes enough to live on. The extra income would be nice, but hey, we've survived so far. We'll survive if I don't find a job. In the meantime, I just keep looking.

Bonus, if I don't find a job, I get to be a stay at home mom. Or (future) wife. Depends I guess on the hearing. I will have time to do all the things that I never had time to do before. Well, I have had time in the past few months, but you know what I mean. Plus, by being home all day, I get to be home when Mail Man is home. He leaves in the early afternoon and is gone all night. If I was working, I would not see him except one day a week in the evening. It would be like when I still was a Yankee in location as well as heart.

Those days were not nearly as fun as the days are now. For example, the other day, we both woke up a bit stuffy from having to turn the heat on at night. Knowing how grossed out I am by phlegm, Mail Man proceeds to dig out a big nasty green booger out of his nose. Makes me want to gag just thinking about it. Then he chases me to the bedroom acting like he is going to wipe it all over me. We laugh and wrestle around and generally just have a fine time. Even if the booger was hanging over me. He is not really that gross, and doesn't usually make it a habit to pick his nose, but he was just torturing me. Now where else could I have that kind of fun? He is a guy, though, so he is a bit gross. At least to this gal. (Yes, he washed his hands.)

And I can keep making my home made butter delivery system. (bread) And go shopping any time I want to. Sounds like the ideal life. If I liked to shop anyway. At least I will have the bread to keep me busy and sane.

So, how's life treating you?