I’m not going to lie. I will not sugarcoat, obfuscate, or otherwise shield you from the harsh truth I’m about to hurl onto your computer screen. Brace yourself.
Job hunting sucks.
It sucks hardcore. It is the single most frustrating, harrowing, life-shortening thing ever. Sure, I should probably add a disclaimer about how lucky we are that looking for a job is our biggest worry right now as opposed to life and death health issues or a tyrannous government, but dude. I’m not a saint.
Wes has been looking for a job for four weeks now. He’s had some great interviews, taken countless phone calls from recruiters and hiring managers, and had at least three people tell him enthusiastically and with much sincerity that he’s perfect for the job and can expect an offer soon.
CAN I GET A FREAKING HALLELUJAH?!?!?!
Let me tell you a little something, dear readers: The relief over here at Casa de Mitchell is freaking palpable. Wes gets to wake up tomorrow, get dressed, and head off to work like the other sleepless masses and he couldn’t be happier about it.
After all the late nights spent at school, and all the interviews and applications, Wes is done. He has a job. And he’s going to rock it.
Join me in congratulating my tireless, attractive, geek superstar husband, won’t you?