Knowing Nothing

Here is what I know – nothing. It is kind of my jam. You see, I am a recovering know-it-all. Ask me anything, and I would unleash of shit ton of information. Chances are, it was embellished bullshit.

As I have shared, ad nauseam, my spouse has been on an employment hiatus for five months. Recently, he enrolled in a three week vocational training, where he would learn various skills, that would benefit him in a manufacturing setting. Color me skeptical. Can I be honest? My vision was so limited in the job arena, that I could only see him in a corporate setting. That is the scene that has been his background for twenty-five years, so why change it now? I know nothing.

Yesterday, he had fork lift training. Part of me wondered if that was the only reason he enrolled. You know guys and toys. Well, it is no surprise that he has nailed every certification test given including successfully not wrecking or maiming anyone during his forklift driving test. Although, one chick ran into a pole and told the instructor that she was going to tell her mom on him because she felt like he was yelling. Brian told me that he was, in fact, not yelling and was amazingly patient. Maybe forklift driving isn’t in her future.

On Tuesday, the conclusion of the vocational training involves a job fair. Fingers crossed that the job fairies deliver something great. I want him to find something that makes him happy. Oh, and that removes him from the house. Yes, I realize that sounds unfeeling and bitchy. I own it. I am sure that I am not the only woman on this planet that doesn’t want to hang with their spouse 24/7. Of course, maybe I am the only one that will say it out loud. I am a firm believer in the “absence makes the heart grow fonder” concept. If you are so inclined, send a little prayer up that the old ball and chain finds employment. He is deserving of something amazing and I am deserving of an empty house.

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