Wednesday started Paul's new job at The Casino That Shall Not Be Named. He didn't have much to say about it when he came home that evening, other than he was bored most of the day. Since it's not open yet, there's not a whole lot for Security to do. When he got home from work last night I was in Abby's room hanging up the endless amounts of summer clothes that she has (yet still complained that she didn't have NEAR enough). He came back and stood in the doorway for awhile and when I didn't do more than just say my usual, "Hey, dear. How was your day?" he finally cleared his throat at me. I looked up to find my husband quite near beaming status. Have you ever seen a redneck beam? Well, somewhere other than at a tractor pull? Yeah, it's a rare thing.
His second day on the job he got promoted to Assistant Supervisor. He worked for 7 months at The Other Casino, never got a promotion or a raise and two days on the job at the new place he's already been promoted? Methinks it was a good decision all around.
My training was postponed until April 2nd. I'm not foreseeing any promotions for me. Frankly, I don't want one. I just want to work my part-time hours for now and get a paycheck. Not that I don't want to be good at my job, I just don't have the desire to supervise, manage or babysit. I just want to dig your receipt out of your machine when it jams, maybe get you a soda if you need one. And I'm really looking forward to being around all those slot machines and not worrying about losing one red cent in them. It's like gambling by proxy. No need for a meeting that way.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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Congratulations to both of you! It really helps at home when they feel good about their jobs, doesn't it?
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