“What’s wrong?” My
wife asked.
“Uh, Dr. Jennings is thinking about closing up shop and I
have to be proactive and start looking for another career path,” I said.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. You’re good with people. What do you want to
do?” She said.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t really know. Shit, I’m fifty-one years old and what
company is going to put their given stock into a fifty-one years old
ex-optician, office manager and Butler University graduate?” I asked.
“You’ll be surprised,” my wife said offhandedly.
“Well surprise me because I don’t see it happening,” I said.
“Just start applying for the positions that you would like
to partake in and you’ll see,” she said.
“The fuck that mean,” I said.
“The fuck the way it supposed to mean,” she said and I
understood perfectly.
“Okay,” I said.
“Oh-Oh!” She
exclaimed.
“Oh, shit! That ain’t
a good oh-oh!” I said.
“No, everything is fine except…” she said leaving me
hanging.
“Except what?” I asked.
“You’re going to have to lose the Blog. Everything has changed in the workforce. The various human resources at these companies, go online and delve into the internet wake of potential employees; I'm sorry to inform you,” she said.
“Oh, shit!” I said painfully.
