When The Economy Bites Me in the A**

WG doesn't have a job.

It's a long, stupid story that involves several levels of management, none of whom liked hearing, through the grapevine, that WG might be considering leaving before SEPTEMBER (in caps to accentuate the "stupid" angle of the story).

It's been two months since he left, and we're still waiting for that bright spot of a new job to appear. He's had one offer since January, but the pay was low and the commute long...we decided, together, that it was better for him to take a pass. Six weeks later, we're still waiting for the phone to ring.

Worst time ever to be out of work...dag.

And here I am, hoping to escape to brighter pastures at some point in the future, starting to worry that I might get "stuck."

But I know we're not the only near-married or newly married couple that's had this problem in the last couple of years, and I know that we'll get through it.

So we worry together, and we hope together, and we avoid the mall together.

Dang economy.