My very bad evening.

So yesterday, N called me around 4 pm. "Start calling your friends to see who they know," he said, "I'm 99% sure I won't have a job next year." 

This comes as a blow to us for a couple of reasons, the first being that N was told repeatedly by principals and other higher-ups that he shouldn't worry, he'll be fine. The second is that our house hunt is on hold.

Upon hearing the news, I immediately emailed 4 people, asking if they knew of any jobs, etc. My brother came up to my desk very jovially, and I looked at him and said "N lost his job," and then I cried. Crying at work sucks and it's not something you're suppossed to do, but on the same token, you're supposed to cry when your husband loses his job. G was very cool about it, and thank god it was just him that saw me sniveling with my blotchy face. 

So on my way home, that very popular but terrible song "You Had a Bad Day" comes on, and I almost punch the radio out of the dash, because the last thing I needed to hear was some condescending pop star confirming what I already knew. I was indeed, having a bad day. 

I imagine that N's day was worse. He quietly worked on his resume and ate dinner. He asked me to go for a walk; I obliged. We strolled out by our neighbor's llama farm (yes, llamas) and watched them enjoy the new grass and a small stream. 

Upon returning home, we decided to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things, and we saw the Ben & Jerry's ice cream was on sale, 2 for $5. So of course, we indulged.

Here's where the story starts to suck for me. I am sick today. Really sick. Feverish, massive headache. Last night I started to get the chills. I managed to fall asleep, and I kept having these really fucked up dreams, like I was suppossed to be embossing stuff for this manufacturing company… either way, I barely slept, and today is probably going to be the strangest day ever. 

And if this post is totally fucking weird, there's a reason for that, I'm sure. When I'm coherent, I'll post again. 

Ahem.

1. NO ONE TOLD ME THAT I SORT OF SOUND LIKE A 12 YEAR-OLD

2. Thanks for listening, if you did.

3. Someone has already asked for a copy of the text. Yay! I'm famous.