Soooo, the man is in Utah, one of the stops between his home for the last 14 months in SoCal and what looks to be his new home, in North Dakota. Can you say bbbrrrr? Oh ye of no body fat does not not not like to be in the cold. However, the woman of a "little" more body fat does like the prospect of being able to pay bills, without having to borrow from Peter to pay Paul.
When he first told me that he was applying for a job in North Dakota, my response was, "Uhhh...you're going the wrong direction, ya know?" Keeping a family, marriage and two homes going, while living 1100 miles apart is not an easy task for anyone, let alone a couple who doesn't seem to have a clue as to what normal looks like. Still, the work was in SoCal, so off he went. There were a couple of hopeful prospects up here that didn't pan out, but I've been praying and praying and praying, so I figured that the reason for the NO answer was a good one, even if the Big Guy wasn't gonna fill me in on what that was.
So, the staffing agency asked for copies of all the man's licensing and certification and told him they needed him by the 11th of this month....12 days after he applied. YIKES!! From the time he called the agency to the time he spoke to the employer and they told him that was less than 24 hours. Sometimes, things move REALLLLY fast!! Seems to be the story of our lives, though, things either flying, to where you can hardly hold on or things dragging to the point of, well, hardly being able to hold on.
We could, potentially, see him much more than we've been seeing him, even though he'll be working MUCH more, just because he will get one week off every month. Lately, we've only been able to see him once every 2-3 months for a couple of days. NOT ENOUGH! Oh how I hope it is all as it seems to be.
We're not sure about the winters. I assume the oil fields don't close shop during the winter, so I am also assuming that his crane will have a heated cab. I don't want to know if that's not the case. We'll just pretend that it will be hunky dory, regardless of heated cabs. Now, his car....hhhmm...he's driving his little sports car, a Maxda RX-8 and that sucker may not fare well during the ND winters. I'm thinking that he may need to drive it home (our home here) and leave it with me for safekeeping and take the Geo. Who cares if the Geo is a teeny little car, it's ok if it gets trashed in the winter there because at least the sports car will be safe. And, no, he cannot take my Expedition. Let's face it, what's mine is mine and what's his is mine and, well, I really need the Expedition here, in case I want to take a trip into the mountains, to find some snow. It could really happen and he really wouldn't want me to get stranded, right? Exactly!
Here's hoping that ND is more welcoming and safe than his experience with the drunks surrounding his car in Ogden. He quickly drove to another little town in UT, to a hotel not teeming with tweakers and drunks, looking for a nice car to vandalize for crack money.
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