For some inexplicable reason*, last night Mr. A started to really get concerned about finding a job.  And by “getting concerned”, what I really mean is he started to panic.  Last night, there was a bubble of stress around him that was palpable.

Now, I have been living in my own bubble of stress for several months: Since about two months before the election when Mr. A refused my pleas to start putting the word out about possible jobs.  I can honestly say it didn’t make me feel much better when he finally realized and admitted I was right last night.

Last night, my own stress level went down temporarily because we were finally on the same page.  Then, this morning I woke up spinning in a panic.  By the time I was done with my magic light, I was trying to figure out where I would be willing to go if he had to do a national job search.  And then I was mentally figuring out how I could finish remodeling this house and sell it while he lives in another state.  (In my imagination, I would keep the lot in case we ever got to move back so we could still build there.)

Probably none of that will happen, but that isn’t a fun thing to imagine.  Mr. A was still looking pretty tense this morning too.  It is funny how two stressed out people do not equal twice as much stress.  The stress increase exponentially instead.  Fun times, fun times.

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*So the reason isn’t exactly inexplicable.  His good friend got notification that he won’t be getting a job he NEVER APPLIED FOR.  I know, makes no sense, right?  He didn’t apply, didn’t send in a resume etc.  He just had a friend ask if there was space for him at a certain lawyer place and heard back that they couldn’t do it right now.  How this affects Mr. A is unclear, but he is still panicking.

• I suck at NaBloPoMo this month. It’s ok, I am still posting more than usual.  But so far I have missed two days. it isn’t a great showing.

• Last night, all the stress I have been managing so well finally got the better of me.  I lost my temper and chewed Mr. A out for his job-search strategy (Or NON strategy as it seems to me).  Yelling won’t change anything, but I felt better for a few minutes.

• It would appear this is going to be our electronics vacation.  So far I am planning to pack one Ipod touch, one Ipod classic (for TV shows), one DSlite, one DSLR camera, one video camera and maybe my magic light.  I am also hoping to buy a digital voice recorder, a point and shoot camera and maybe a used DS for L and an ipod shuffle for M if I can find them cheap enough.  I bet Mr. A will bring his infernal blackberry.  All this crap will require an electric converter and probably a power strip.  Criminy.

• Do people say criminy any more?  My grandma says it and I find it very useful.

• Back to the Mr. A’s job thing, he has only sent out ONE RESUME.  I mean, that sounds crazy right?  Yes. In this market that is totally insane.

• I am moving forward with my plan to sell plasma to make some extra cash for the trip.  The way I calculated it, I could either sell my time getting a retail temp jop or I could sell my bodily fluids for much less of a time commitment but similar money (and I can read while I do it).  I used to sell plasma to fund trips in college, so it sounds like a workable plan.

• I am also an occasional Housing Tester for the Urba*n Lea*gue.  I go to apartments and pretend I want to rent them. Then I write up a report.  They compare my results with my partner who is matched with me in all ways except for one of the following: race, age, marital status or number/gender/age of children.  I actually find it kind of interesting.

• That is all for now.  I promise to try harder in the future.