After seven (or is it eight?) months of unemployment, many prayers and occasional feelings of frustrated desperation tinged with uncertainty and loss, Scott is among the gainfully employed once again.
He starts Monday.
I've been hesitant to say too much (or anything at all) too soon because, not that I'm overly pessimistic, but I was worried this was all a little too good to be true and would somehow come to a crashing halt before ever beginning.
I know, I'm a joy to keep around.
In something of a whirlwind during the month of February, thanks to the recommendation of a sweet lady at our church to her physical therapist, whose husband works in the oil and gas field and who was hoping his company could tap into the experience of those engineers laid off from the space shuttle program, phone numbers were exchanged, resumes reviewed and meet cutes were scheduled.
Okay, not meet cutes so much as casual interviews over coffee and a few lunches.
An offer came in early March and, well...they lived happily ever after.