So. How's everyone out there doing? cyber-friends and non cyber-friends, we are all connected, really. Even if it's just by the moon.. or.. unemployment. I'll explain.
So my husband quit his job. Let that brand itself into your brain tissue. QUIT. Now that you are shocked, I will go on to say the following: Jake has hated his job on and off since he started it in March. We always kind of knew it was temporary, a means to get by while we decided what to do for a career. His job was commission-only pay, which means one month he'll make $7,000 and the next he'll make nothing. Well the "nothing" went on for most of August and all of September and we just couldn't make "nothing" anymore. We're moving onto bigger and better future plans. So he is working at a temp job this month and has a full-time job at e-Trade lined up starting Nov. 6th (albeit a lot less money, let's hear it for steady paychecks, yayayyyy!!!).
Our master plan: While working at e-Trade, he is going to start Heli Flight School (Helicopter) in a few months and will graduate and become an instructor within a year. He has never been more excited about a career! He'll instruct and fly clients. We plan to eventually start our own Heli Service in some exotic place... and the girls will marry natives... hopefully LDS natives... that love in-laws...
Plan B is graduate school. If we go that route, Jake will do a two-year program for Information Technology Management. Basically, MS in Information Systems. Those guys usually start out w/great pay and move up fast. But, they do all have diabetes from being desk-ridden. Jake is prone, so we'll have to see about that one. We don't want to be stuck in a sales job our whole lives. It works for some guys wonderfully, but not for us.
Meanwhile... we have one house for sale up the hill, I just passed my real estate exam Tuesday, and things have never been crazier. Our lives are insane!!! I don't know if we'll stay in our house or move to Provo, where the flight school airport is. School is expensive, so we may need to live in a cheaper place for the next year.
I always told Jake I wanted adventure. I wanted to move to cool places and throw pebbles at conformity and tradition... The day Jake quit he came home and we sat on our sofa together and he turned to me and asked with a smile, "Well, is this adventurous enough for you?" I laughed. A strained, but honest, laugh.