life changes...in yukville
I do believe I've mentioned that when life changes...it is scarey for me.
I also belive I have mentioned that for 36 years I have been associated with the military... and have known of no other lifestyle.
A just celebrated his 20 years of serving Uncle Sam and has decided enough is enough. He has decided to apply for retirement as soon as we get home from vacation.
Who knows if he will be approved.
He has the bug to live here again (land of our current vacation)....a place that I have problems getting my mind around. There are so many things I detest about this place. I always swore I'd never end up here.
My mantra --as I seem to return to over and over...is....
Never say never.
On a whim... he went in for a job interview that he has been thinking on for the past 10 years. One I thought I'd convinced him he didn't want. So much for subliminal messaging.
I waited to hear for 2 hours about the results.... praying that somehow I could find peace if this was what he really wanted.
He came home... Positively GLOWING.
They want him to start as soon as he can... but will wait if he cannot retire yet.
My heart did a flipflop.
They are offering him more pay, great benefits, and lovely job decription/expectations.
My stomach lurched...
He mentioned they told him he'd be committed to 8 hour shifts. We both got a good giggle out of that.... For nearly the entire time we've been married, he's been on at least 12 hours shifts....and more often 14 hours shifts.
Last night as we lay in bed discussing the pro's and con's of such a change... I not-quite-so-delicately mention that he'd dang well better work his arse off, if I'm giving up so much to follow him to yukville. He turned to me & gave me that look that melted my "no-military-husband" stance those many years ago... and promised to do everything in his power to make me happy...
I hate it when he does that.
All the fight(well most of it, anyway) has gone out of me... and I feel reconciled to make the best of this.
Guess I'll have to figure out this freakin' grid system.
Egads.
I also belive I have mentioned that for 36 years I have been associated with the military... and have known of no other lifestyle.
A just celebrated his 20 years of serving Uncle Sam and has decided enough is enough. He has decided to apply for retirement as soon as we get home from vacation.
Who knows if he will be approved.
He has the bug to live here again (land of our current vacation)....a place that I have problems getting my mind around. There are so many things I detest about this place. I always swore I'd never end up here.
My mantra --as I seem to return to over and over...is....
Never say never.
On a whim... he went in for a job interview that he has been thinking on for the past 10 years. One I thought I'd convinced him he didn't want. So much for subliminal messaging.
I waited to hear for 2 hours about the results.... praying that somehow I could find peace if this was what he really wanted.
He came home... Positively GLOWING.
They want him to start as soon as he can... but will wait if he cannot retire yet.
My heart did a flipflop.
They are offering him more pay, great benefits, and lovely job decription/expectations.
My stomach lurched...
He mentioned they told him he'd be committed to 8 hour shifts. We both got a good giggle out of that.... For nearly the entire time we've been married, he's been on at least 12 hours shifts....and more often 14 hours shifts.
Last night as we lay in bed discussing the pro's and con's of such a change... I not-quite-so-delicately mention that he'd dang well better work his arse off, if I'm giving up so much to follow him to yukville. He turned to me & gave me that look that melted my "no-military-husband" stance those many years ago... and promised to do everything in his power to make me happy...
I hate it when he does that.
All the fight(well most of it, anyway) has gone out of me... and I feel reconciled to make the best of this.
Guess I'll have to figure out this freakin' grid system.
Egads.
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