So exciting news in Casa de Hello Nessa this week. Derek found a job! And not just any job; he will be joining the GEICO family as a Claims representative. Because we love in the same home and are a couple, he couldn't work in my department, but he went through the hoops they call a hiring process and starts on November 7th.
I am very proud of him for putting in his effort and not settling for another retail job. Not that that would be necessarily bad, but I know Derek was frustrated in his last position as a shift supervisor at Rite Aid. GEICO will give him opportunities to use his smarts and to really get to a good place in the company. It was great to see him walk into the house with his chest a little puffed out and him be proud of himself. I am a very proud ex-wife right now.
After some victory laps around the living room, dancing around how he got a job, he went into the bedroom and grabbed my engagement ring and came out and said, "now that I can take care of you, will you marry me again?" He was in his boxer shorts and had the biggest grin on his face. How could I say no?
The best part of the interview process and Derek getting a job was the night before his final interview. I take a tranquilizer for my anxiety and was passed out. I get shaken by a very concerned Derek. He sounds like he is on the verge of tears. He says, "Baby, I was trimming my fringe (bangs) and thought my sides looked too long, so I took a razor and trimmed those. Then I figured the back might look shaggy so i tried to trim it with the razor, but I can't see it. Can you tell me if it looks ok?!" I look up and see this:
At some point, Derek walked to Wal-Mart and bought clippers and attempted to fix his hair. It looks ok for the most part. Minus the 13 bald spots. He told the manager who interviewed him that "his wife was a better cook than a hairdresser." If I ever meet this man, I am going to have to pretend I fucked up Derek's head. Butthead!