Last week Joe went on two job interviews. I was so hopeful he would get one of them.
Last night when Joe came to pick me up from work he told me that they had called. He didn't get the jobs.
I was so disappointed.
There were tears. Lots of tears.
And a general feeling of gloom and doom that carried into this morning.
A total pity party ensued. There was moping involved.
Later in the day Joe decided I needed to stop moping around and he dragged me to the Mall with him where they were having a job fair.
It was a total bust. There were supposed to be 30 prospective employers there. There were about half that. Three different booths that Joe approached weren't even hiring.
Ummmmmmm............excuse me but what are you DOING here then? Isn't the whole point of a job fair for businesses in need of employees to find people to hire? Perhaps I am mistaken.
After we went to the job fair we walked around the Mall. While we were there we saw Santa. Times must have been slow for him because he was standing outside his house and not sitting on his throne.
Upon seeing him I said(possibly shouted):
SANT-AAAAA!!! IT'S SANTA! I KNOW HIM!
Sorry for the poor quality. Cell phone pic.
You know. From the movie Elf. When I turned to say something to Joe, he was totally walking ahead of me, looking the other way, pretending not to know me. Heh.
If you can't embarrass your spouse in public, then who can you?
I have since snapped out of my funk. I'm done having my pity party. A pretzel and some sour jelly bellys may or may not have had something to do with it.
I have to believe that he will find a job. I can't give up hope.
Here's the scene I was acting out, in case you have no idea what I'm talking about. This movie cracks me up!