Back to work!!

I return to work in less than a week. Well, let's take that statement with a grain of salt since I'm hoping that I still have a position in the company I work for when I return. I've been told there have been a lot of changes since I left and some that seriously affected my department.

Oh well!

You know, I've never been fired or layed off. The prospect is quite scary. I always thought that something like that would never happen to me, but I have said the same things in the past before and the unfortunate does happen.

You know what they scariest thing about being laid off? Moving back with my in-laws (Insert horrifying shriek). Ok, they are really nice people, but let's face it, no one wants to live with their parents...well, except for my friend Lety (Girl...you know have it good there! Can I move in with you?). I lived with my in-laws for three years and it was some of the most "ahem" interesting years of my life.

Take for example, the day my father in law decided that Raid was just as good and cheaper bug repellent that Off! Yeah, the scars from the chemical burns are probably still there.

Or that warm, humid day I walked into the house and saw huge termites sitting on the door frames. When I asked my FIL if those indeed were termites, he nodded and took out the Raid can. I quickly left the room. He can't be trusted holding a can of roach killer.

There was also the pleasant morning when my husbands car was stolen from the driveway. And of course, how can I quickly forget the bi-weekly helicopter patrols flashing their beams into our backyard. Gotta love those North Miami gangs!

Yes, those are definitely memorable, but they make me hope and pray that I don't lose my job because that would mean that the chances of moving back increase exponentially. I mean we could live here on my husbands salary and whatever I can collect from unemployment, but my husband is always wanting to move back into his parents house. No, he is not a mommas boy, but he likes the financial freedom not having to pay rent gives him. I love just the plain freedom. Clearly we are at a crossroads here.

You see, my husband loves to buy things. Lot's of things. Anything really. He picks up hobbies, like John Mayer picks up waitresses. Rent and utilities prevent him from buying those things. My love for the material things are far more outweighed by my love for not living with his parents (or mine for that matter). This has been a true test of our marriage since at the slightest mention of a possible lay off sends my husband packing his collectibles for his parents house. I prefer to try and find alternate solutions.

So, I head back to work worried and unsure. Not exactly the way I imagined it, but maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion. Who knows. Next week may not bring any more woes!