Friday afternoon, when all the other employees left for the weekend, Paul was called in for a meeting, and laid off. We had seen the writing on the wall and Paul had already begun to dust off his resume, but as the company lost 25 clients in two months, they couldn’t wait for Paul to quit. (They didn’t know, anyway, that we were looking elsewhere.)
Today Paul had to give the opening prayer in sacrament meeting. When he returned to our pew Little Red said to him, “Daddy, you forgot to pray for a new job.” Could he be cuter? Maybe not. When Paul originally told him that we need to pray for Daddy to get a new job Little Red told him that his job should be playing with him and Boy Blue. Paul thought that sounded great, but asked how we would get money? “You can buy some at the store. They make money at the store.”
Of course we’re annoyed that he didn’t get any warning, and worse yet he got no severance, but we’re actually pretty cool with the whole thing. So what if we have no money coming in? We wanted a change, and we got it. We already have some leads, and are getting great advice from people. We’re fine if we stay (really, I know that’s a shocker given that two months ago I was clawing at the door to leave) and fine if we leave (so long as the new company pays our relocation!) We feel completely calm/excited about the whole thing. We could use all the prayers we can get, but we are not afraid of the future.
Paul is so amazing. He said to me on Friday night (it was date night, we dropped off the boys at Healey’s and went to the mall to buy him a cell phone for the job search–his previous cell was a work phone) “is it bad that I’m excited about this?”