I’ve told my husband a million times that I am not, not, NOT okay with him making expenses for his stupid job. It takes him forever to put in for reimbursement, whereupon it takes his jackass boss months to pay us back, and I wind up having to play the roll of collections company. “Did you get the money from Jackass boss?” “Have you put in for reimbursement from Jackass boss?” “Has Jackass boss paid us back yet?” It’s exhausting and unfair to me, and his stupid boss really ought to just get a damned company credit card so that his employees can make these expenses on the company dime and not have to worry about reimbursement.
I caught him making expenses for his job again a few weeks ago. I confronted him about it, about why he keeps on doing it when he knows I am absolutely not okay with it. He shrieked at me like a little boy, “BECAUSE IT’S MY MONEY AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT!!!” He seems to not understand that his money needs to go towards paying rent and other bills same as my money does.
Last week I really hit the grind at turning in job applications. Like, went onto Monster.com and submitted 30 of them in one afternoon, then went to every other job listing place and submitted as many as I could. My efforts were rewarded by my phone ringing off the hook for two days with calls from recruiters and temp agencies who believed I might be a good fit for something they wanted. (It helps that I apparently keyboard at 92 WPM. Who says telling people they’re wrong on the Internet and playing World of Warcraft can’t teach you real life skills?)
As I began setting up interviews, I mulled over the question: should I tell my interviewer that I’m pregnant? One friend whom I respect so much told me that ethically, I should, and legally, I shouldn’t. I read on some Web sites that disclosing a pregnancy can put an interviewer in a difficult position because, legally, s/he isn’t supposed to factor that into his/her hiring decision, but pragmatically, one can understand why an employer doesn’t want to have to cover a maternity leave in a matter of months. Ultimately, I disclosed it to two interviewers that I talked to and did my darndest to hide it from two others, so I got some experience with both options. For one of my interviews, I even scrunched my bump into a corset-like body shaper, wore a jacket over my blouse, inhaled, and prayed that I would just look like a slightly chunky woman.