Looks like somebody out there was thinking positive thoughts!

The universe kicked in! GH has a new job!

One minute I pretty much resigned myself to the part where he would always be working the night shift for $4.25 per hour and that one day he would die of insomnia-related causes and I would be left a zit-faced widow and that would be it. The next minute he was getting a call about a job that he barely remembered applying for over a month ago.

The interview went well and all weekend we crossed fingers and prayed that this could work out. On Sunday a man in our ward gave a talk on adversity and said that in the last year 3 of his sons have lost their jobs and he himself has had to lay off two-thirds of his own workforce. Which was a nice little (or, you know, huge) reminder that even if GH doesn't find a new job any time soon, the part where he is employed at all is a huge blessing.

This morning they called and offered him the job. He starts at the end of the month. We are both pretty much giddy--GH moreso than me because he hasn't actually slept in two days. It's a PR/Social Media sort of job. He'll have to commute about 30 minutes to the northern part of Utah County, which isn't too bad. (Aaaaand this is the part where all the Cache Valley dwellers sit up and gasp. "Utah County!?! Dat's duh debbil's land!!!" Um, guys, the two counties aren't that different from each other, and please remember whose land it is that smells like poop.)

Here are just a few of the reasons why this is wonderful news.

1. The pay is a little better than what he's currently making and hi, it's in the DAYTIME.

2. Also the health/retirement benefits are better. But I must say I just love the part where to cover 1 person on the cheapest plan it's $8 a month. To bump that up to two people it's $188 a month. Not even lying. I am also not negating what a blessing to have a job right now that offers any sort of health insurance benefit. No matter how limited and expensive that insurance may be, we're better off than the millions who don't have that option. I don't even want to get into the accounts I've heard from friends and coworkers who have to purchase their own insurance because pretty much all the stories are awful enough to make my brain explode. ("We won't cover you because 47 years ago you had a wonky mole, sorry.")

3. This could possibly be the end of GH's insomnia and the fun "guess the new stress-related physical symptom" game. (We all know mine is eye-twitches. GH moved from eye-twitches to tension headaches to back pain to, funnest of all, chest pain. Show-off.)

4. We just might get used to sleeping in the same bed at the same time.

5. GH will be working for a company that actually makes money, where he will get to do things like take lunch breaks and not write the news every day under crazy deadlines.

And, in what is perhaps the best news of all . . .

6. . . . This place has a dress code. So instead of wearing his hoodies and Vans to work every night like a skater or car thief, he will have to start wearing grown-up work clothes. This means that I get to take him shopping and dress him like my very own hot live Ken doll! (Note: Oddly, he does not see the dress code as a plus. But maybe not everything is about him.)

Best. Christmas present. Ever!

(Except for, you know, the first Christmas present which was the baby Jesus. Close second, though!)