TCBIM was working.
I hate his job sometimes. He's in sales, so he's out late into the evening a lot, often not getting home until 8 p.m., long after the babies are in bed. Twelve hour days are not uncommon for him. Plus he tends bar two nights a week and picks up the odd side job now and again. I don't see much of him and when I do see him, he's generally snoring. Understandably.
We stayed up until after 2 last night, talking. I talked to him about my frustration with his job. The problem is that when I do talk about that, he gets very defensive. I keep explaining that I know this is the downside to what is a pretty good, well-paying job. I am not telling him to find another job. I'm just frustrated. When he asks me what's wrong, I tell him. I can't help it if he doesn't always like the answer.
It bothers me that his phone is ringing all the time. Customers have no qualms about calling him at 9 at night because their heat isn't working. He's a salesman, not a technician. It drives me nuts - I'd probably tell them to fuck off, but he keeps his calm and talks them off the ledge. I would suck at his job. I'm...ah...not really a people person.
So. Yeah. All is relatively well. Crisis averted. Nothing to see here. Move along, move along.
In other news, I have an interview with a temp agency on the 19th. *gulp* I have to call day care providers today. *double gulp*