Showing posts with label bad day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad day. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

The day the earth rotated off its axis

was the day I got laid off, Karen came down with mastitis, and McKay got a job offer in Portland. Which of these things is not like the others?

We're very excited for McKay to start working for Cambia. And it sounds like they are thrilled. McKay called and wanted to know what I thought of Portland (because we both know he's probably my "in" to the industry), and I definitely approve. That's about three years out, but it'll come quickly, I'm sure. (I know nothing about Portland, by the way.) Here's hoping my career as an actuary just got a little closer.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Everyone has bad days

Karen sent me this text while I was on campus, sometime around my last class:
Tyler. The richie is having a really hard day. And so am I.
She only says this if her day is really bad, so I knew I needed to swoop in with the dad chopper when I returned home. Which is exactly what I did. Maybe Rich needed a change in pace, or maybe he just really needed his dad today, because he calmed down as soon as I walked through the front door. He let me hold him and he didn’t whine, and I brought him up to my office to work with me for a little while. It wasn’t too long before he became fussy, and then he was in full crying mode, at which point I swaddled him because I knew he needed sleep. As soon as I picked him up in his swaddle-me, the crying rapidly dwindled and he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Needed his dad? Maybe it was just one of those days. I know the feeling.