Journal

Stresssssssss

The phone rings, it's husband dearest saying that another new person is being taken on at work.
Husband is a temporary worker, and is hoping for a permanent job. He keeps getting passed over as he can only work six days a week every other week, whereas there are some there who pile the hours in, and that's what the company wants.
My husband wants a secure job, but also to have some semblence of a family life, and what with our childcare situation, he can't be gone all the time.
There are so few jobs around here, it's really tough, and he's only qualified for one thing. He's been redundant before, and it was just horrible. I have to remind myself to put it into perspective, it's not like having a child with cancer or your country invaded. I'm not a poor Tibetan robbed of everything, or immersed in genocide, but I still fret when I forget to remember those things.

I know there's no such thing as security, it's a complete myth, but I'd like something that resembles it.

There, moan over, gonna eat some pineapple now....