Backfired

Remember how I said Josh and I were about to make a major decision about quitting the oh so wonderful union? Yes. Well...we decided that the best course of action would probably be to look into what it takes to quit. Four years of schooling would naturally go swirling madly down the drain and we would have to practically start over from scratch. But seeing as the glorious union has still given zero job possibilities on the horizon, we figured that it couldn't be too terrible. So after many phone calls to several unhelpful people, we finally had a meeting set up with the one union dude that could answer the million questions we...no wait...I had. I say 'I' because Josh isn't exactly the kind of guy that enjoys confrontation. As I have a good chunk of experience in that department, it was no problem for me to go in and beat the guy with my book of questions. I gotta tell ya. We were actually kind of excited at the prospect of leaving the union and trying to finally get our life kick-started again. We sat down with the seemingly nice union guy who is notorious for not being happy when one threatens to quit. You see, he was forced to be nice I believe. Why? We brought our kids. Yup. A family outing to daddy's union hall. They got dum-dums so sat like little angels while mama annoyed the nice union man. Within minutes we found out that quitting is no longer an option. If we quit, they will come after us so fast for the money we owe for schooling that we won't know what hit us. I won't say how much that is but let's just say that it's a lot more than I've ever owned at one time. If we don't pay it upfront on demand, they will take 'immediate legal action.' Isn't that nice? My favorite part was when the union guy looked over to me and said, "Do you work?" I said no and he then proceeds to say, "You might think about getting a job." Aww...that's so sweet. Because obviously taking care of two children after birthing them from my loins while cooking three meals a day as I clean, entertain, and try to raise the kids into well-rounded people isn't enough. I wanted to say, "Well, if you guys would do your job and get my husband a job, then perhaps I wouldn't have to take a job serving french-fries to you on your two-hour paid lunch break." Instead, I just glared at him and kissed Abby on the head as she sat on my lap quietly sucking on her lollipop. He even had the gall to compare our situation to his where his wife just got laid off and now they only have one income. Awww. Poor baby! I guess he'll just have to move from his six-bedroom house on easy-street to a four-bedroom one on reality lane. I'll wave to him from poverty-ville as he drives to work every day. Because...you know...he still has a job. Anyhow, now that my rant is complete, I'm sure you've realized by now that our plan to start anew has backfired in our face. *sigh* Back to square one. Could you please pass me the classifieds? Mama might be rejoining the workforce sooner than I wanted.