Change is afoot

If you were on Twitter on Friday afternoon (and you follow me, obvs (and if you're not, why not?!?  KIDDDDDING!)), you saw my frustrated tweet regarding Chebbar making me wait until I got home from work (FOUR. HOURS.) to tell me if he was offered the job he interviewed for on Thursday, followed very shortly by a HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT! tweet.

So, uh, yeah.  Chebbar got a job on Friday!  :D

It's part time at a gas station, but!  (Why do I feel like I have to justify his job?  That's crap.)  They already employ a number of students, so they're totally willing and able to work around his schedule once he starts school in the fall.  This will ultimately work better for him - assuming this job is a good fit - because he won't have to look for a new job come September: full time would've been great for the bank account for the next six months, but look at how the poor guy struggled to find work over the past seven months: de doesn't need to go through that again while he's attempting school work for the first time in years.

We have an appointment with the bank on Friday to see about doing some... "juggling" that will lessen our expense load to the point that what he'll be bringing in can almost completely be chucked into savings.  The weight that has been lifted from our shoulders is monumental; I feel lighter than I have in a long, long time.

The *only* remotely small down side to Chebbar's new job is that he'll likely be working every weekend (at least, that's his understanding at this point in time: we're not sure if they'll rotate the schedule a bit so he's not stuck working EVERY weekend).  However, they're only open until 4:30, so it's really not a huge deal.  They're also only open until 9pm, so no graveyards (yay!).  But again, that will work great with his future school schedule, since classes are very rarely offered on weekends (around here, anyhow).

It is going to be very strange to not be able to call him whenever I feel like it during the day, and for him to not be there when I get home from work every night; however, I'll get used to it, much like I did when he was working graveyards/shift work at his last job (that job saw him out of the house for 15 hours a day with the commute).

There are good changes, too.  All of a sudden, that cold, hard reality of having to cut right back on everything isn't quite so dire.  Don't get me wrong: we're not gonna start living high on the hog again and frittering away the money we could be saving.  However, we don't necessarily have to entertain the idea of ramen and KD for the next three years.  I know this is going to be a boost to his self-esteem, because he's taken the whole lay-off/EI/not getting call-backs very hard: he is rather old-fashioned in his ideals in that HE should be taking care of ME, and not the other way around (as well, there has been mention of thoughts of us being in this boat *because* of him, which guts me).  And perhaps best of all, this all finally feels like a reality - like school's not just a pipe dream anymore: my beloved is going to take advantage of this opportunity and obtain higher education to give himself - to give us - a better future.  I can't even begin to tell you how proud of him I am and how honoured I am that I get to share this journey with him.