My Husband Got a Job Today

I got married because I wanted to be a housewife. I believe in traditional marriage where the husband is the provider and the woman stays home, raises the children, cooks hot meals for her family, and keeps a clean and tidy home. And from time to time, works to help her husband provide for the family…sort of like a helper.

Today my husband took the first steps to get us out of this poverty we’ve been in… this abyss.

He got a job that earns real money and not just side hustle money.

This is a good restaurant. An upscale dining establishment with a good clientele.

He will thrive here, I just know it.

My husband and I met in the restaurant business. He was a waiter at a little Italian restaurant. I walked in and applied one day and was immediately hired.

I started working and realized I was the only woman working there.

Back then, I was a decent looking woman. So all the men flirted with me.

But my soon-to-be-husband did not flirt with me. Instead, he was kind, he talked to me like a human being, instead of his prey, like all the other men did there.

He helped me roll my silverware and do my side work. He took some tables for me when I was tired. We had lunch together at a nearby Chinese restaurant on our lunch break.

One day, I’d had a particularly rough day at work. I decided that evening at home, that I would not go back to that job.

I learned later on down the road, that my soon-to-be husband had asked the manager if I had quit. The manager said I was a no show/no call, which was grounds for dismissal.

My soon-to-be husband begged the manager to call me back in and cut my hours and start me back as a hostess so I wouldn’t have to work so hard.

The manager did so. He made the phone call.

I received the call, and the manager asked me to come back to work. I hadn’t been able to find another job, so I decided to go back. But he told me if I was working as a hostess, I had to wear a dress.

So I put on a really nice, form-fitting blue dress.

I walked in the door to the restaurant. My soon-to-be husband smiled from ear to ear, pleased to see me.

That whole night he kept telling me how beautiful I looked in that dress.

The rest is history…we’ve been married for 24 years.

But let’s get back to my original story. My husband got a job today!

My husband and I have been struggling something awful for the last 5 years.

It started in 2020.

In 2020, as you all know, the pandemic hit, and like so many other people during that time, my husband lost a good-paying job.

I was already working in the gig economy (DoorDash, Uber etc.) and at the time of March 2020, food delivery, hospitals, grocery stores, and other essential personnel were the only ones working.

So when my husband lost his job, he had no choice but to jump into the gig economy with me full time.

We had two cars, so we made two incomes.

Then, after the pandemic passed, things slowed down significantly.

Money was very hard to come by.

We both tried hard to get jobs, but were turned down because of our age… we were approaching 50.

We lost one car because we couldn’t afford to keep two cars anymore.

We started working the gig economy together in one car.

That’s hard on a couple.

Anybody who has ever had to work with their spouse can understand what I’m saying.

In 2021, my daughter got sick. She was diagnosed with Bipolar mental illness and had to he hospitalized because of a psychotic break.

That was hard on us, too.

But we survived.

Because I am Bipolar, as well, I knew exactly how to handle it.

Over the years, my husband and I kept looking for jobs with no real luck.

Then the migrant crisis came to the U.S. and the gig economy went straight down the drain, because most asylum seekers went directly into the gig economy, where nothing is regulated.

Every year, the tax man said we were losing money and not making any.

Finally, my husband put his foot down.

We were about to lose another car, because the car we’re sharing is about to hit 100,000 miles on it, and for what?

We are barely making $10 an hour. Before, we could make $20 to $30 an hour.

It didn’t make financial sense anymore.

My husband went on three job interviews last week.

They all turned him down.

But then today, he got called in for a fourth job interview.

Today, my husband got a job!