The Workaholic has never been happy with a job. Ever.
That’s why I was so scared when he started looking for a new job in new cities where we would have to leave our lovely home and all of our friends.
Then he got this job interview near Raleigh, NC and I was terrified yet excited. After eleven hours of job interviews and one meal consisting of ONE scallop (it’s super fancy, y’all), we thought he had the job in the proverbial bag. Day 2 of interviews was much shorter and he drove home a confident man.
Day one after interview was no big. Day two was a little more nerve wracking. After 4 or 5 days (who’s counting?) The Workaholic called to find out what the hold up was. He was certain he had landed the job and he wanted to know what was taking so long to call and sing his praises. It turned out that he had checked the NO box on the question that reads, “Can we contact your current employer?” The prospective employer also noticed that the supervisor listed on his current job was a personal reference as well. WHOOPS.
He gave them the positive nod to call everyone necessary and was told that they would be back to him in a few days.
I went and signed up for a membership at the YMCA because I was certain that we were staying in Savannah.
2 hours later he got a phone call that they wanted him. They wanted to pay his relocation and they wanted to give him a $10k raise from what he was currently making at Kessler.
A celebratory…um…never mind….later and we were looking at moving companies, making lists for what we needed to do to get our house listed on the rental market, and looking at rentals in Raleigh.
He left me a couple of weeks later, to tend to our children as a single parent and it was a wonderful break from the life that we had been living. I rarely saw him when we lived in Savannah and he was always in a bad mood. I was miserable, he was miserable, and I’m pretty sure the kids were largely unhappy too. It was nice to just be ME for a few weeks and to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it, without his persistent rain cloud pouring into our lives.
While he was gone, he wasn’t sure he was cut out for the new job and I started to panic. I wondered if we were doing the right thing. I wondered if we were going to uproot our family for a few weeks before he decided he was still unhappy. As a wife and stay at home mom, I needed to know that he was happy and secure in his new job before I was going to pack my crap and move 4 hours away from my house and the wonderful group of friends I have there. After admitting to him my fears, he assured me that it was much better than the job he left behind in Savannah so I begrudgingly began packing the house.
Since we’ve moved here, things have been wonderful. This house is much easier to keep tidy than my old house. Or perhaps I spend more time tidying it up? The Workaholic enjoys having breakfast with us in the morning then lunch with us every afternoon before he has to go to work. He has been working 6 day weeks but is a dreamboat to be around on his one day off each week. He says that he feels so much less stressed out and that things are run the way that a company should be run. He seems happy but I know that he wonders what his employees and colleagues think about him on a regular basis. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell me he just wishes he could do MORE.
But today that all changed.
I got an email from him today that read:
So…Chef just came to MY office to shake my hand and say what an amazing job I’ve been doing. He wanted to share with me the comments from the employee survey and acknowledge me for the outstanding response from the staff in terms of my presence and positive energy. He said that he and Mr. XYZ were actually scared to read the comments for the bar because they thought the staff was going to talk about the past.
I was sitting on a Cybex machine at the gym when I read the email and I almost fell off of it.
I believe in The Workaholic. I know that he does an amazing job at work. I know that because he excels at everything that he does. EVERYTHING. He just doesn’t have the confidence to stand in front of me and say, “I’m amazing at what I do and I am blowing their minds”.
I hope that this encounter today gives him a bit more confidence and makes him stand up a bit straighter from here on out.
As much as I like to rag on him here, he’s amazing. He really is. He’s a hard worker and he is SO good at what he does. I love going to his place of work and not telling him that I’m coming in just so I can see him in action. There’s only one thing in the world sexier than Channing Tatum dancing half naked on the big screen: My husband in action at work. SO. FREAKING. HOT.