Sunday, March 1, 2015

In which Primo gets all teary and lovey dovey because I agreed that he could quit his job

Primo called Sam to tell him he was quitting his job to be a full time politician. Sam was not as excited about this as Primo was. Sam and I are of one mind about this, but if we can afford it, I cannot in fairness say that Primo should not get a shot at a career change. I've sure done it. I have had adventures, but then, I did not make an ill-advised marriage at the age of 24.

Primo and I have done the numbers. We have looked at our savings and my salary. We have made spreadsheets and argued and I have been dramatic BECAUSE I LIKE HAVING MONEY. We have done more analysis about this decision than Sly and Doris ever did before giving $280,000 - yes, you read that right - to Jack to start his restaurant. Everyone knows that one of the best investments EVAH is a restaurant! Nobody ever loses money on a restaurant!

Primo comes downstairs from talking to Sam. I know he was talking to him because he has a special Talking To My Best Friend Voice. He always sounds happy when he is talking to Sam. They have been best friends since almost the first days of college. Sam is the only person I know who Primo is never mad at. Well, there were those times in college when Sam was - ahem - sleeping with the girl Primo liked, but now that that woman is on husband #3, Primo has realized that perhaps he dodged a bullet.

Primo comes downstairs and finds me in the bedroom, where I am sitting on the bed reading. He throws himself facedown onto the mattress, hugs my legs, and says, "You are the only person who has ever given me a chance to pursue my dreams. You are the only person who has been willing to support me. Bertha, my parents - they all want me to take care of them. You are the only person who has ever done this for me. I am so lucky to be married to you and I am so grateful."

So that was nice.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

In which Primo finally has coffee with that kid who wants to run for county government in the same district where Primo wants to run

We already knew that the kid wasn't going to run.

Wait. He's not a kid. He's 23. When I was 23, I had been out of college for two years already. I had found and rented my own apartments several times already. Moved myself from Big City 1 to Medium Sized City 2. Made my own doctor appointments. Done my own laundry. Gotten my own renters insurance. Made my own will. (Oh yes I had a will.)

Twenty three is not kid.

So this young man - we will have to give him a name, but not yet because I have to think of a name I will actually remember. I can never remember what I have called people here.

This young man, we had heard from Very Connected Person, was not going to run.

But he still wanted to meet with Primo. I guess he didn't know that Primo knew he wasn't going to run and I guess he didn't think he could just tell him over the phone or send him an email. Both of those means are so last century.

Instead, he wanted to meet in person, which made me roll my eyes because good grief doesn't he know Primo has a job? (At least for now he has a job.) And that people with jobs cannot be dropping everything to go meet someone for coffee. That is not how things work.

Reader, prepare yourself. There is a plot twist ahead.

Not only does this young man not intend to run against Primo - he wants to run Primo's campaign.

Yes. He is bowing out of the race but wants to help Primo win.



Sunday, February 22, 2015

In which Primo talks to Sly and Doris and they are really negative about his running for the county government and really negative about me

Primo called Sly and Doris today to make up for the not calling them on Sunday of Labor Day weekend when they felt Abandoned and were Worried That He Was Dead.

Doris was despondent. Sly told Primo that Doris was upset that Primo had not properly thanked her for getting him some information on mental health charities.

"But you thanked her, right?"

"Of course I did!" he said.

"So she just doesn't like how you thanked her?"

He sighed. "Apparently, it wasn't the proper kind of thanks."

Then Primo spoke to Doris directly. She was still despondent

She doesn't know why Primo is bothering to run - or to consider running - for county government. "You won't be able to change anything," she said.

He rolled his eyes. "Nice that they support me, right?"

She says I will become bitter and resentful about having to support Primo financially.

"Well of course I will!" I told Primo cheerfully. "I am already bitter and resentful!"

"She thinks you won't support me," he said.

"Well, I won't. I hate the idea. It's scary. I don't want you to quit your job. But we have discussed it and looked at the money and you have talked to other people and it's going to happen and they need to get with the program."

Doris said that I am bitter and resentful that Primo does not share my interest in gardening - I wrote her a letter and mentioned that Primo doesn't really care about the vegetable garden, which he does and do I care? no - and asked but what about the part how Primo and I do not agree on politics?

"I know!" I said. "You and I don't agree!"

"She thinks our marriage is going to break up," he said.

"You'd think she'd be happy to finally have that happy thought in her head."

"Yes, but if I quit my job and you are working, then you can't be a gold digger any more and it changes everything."

I gasped. Primo was right. He had put his finger on the whole issue. What will they complain about now if I am not a gold digger?

I guess they always have my bacon eating habits.


Thursday, February 19, 2015

In which Primo gets all stressed about quitting his job and I say Join the crowd honey I am living in Stressville

This is what it is like at our house right now with Primo contemplating quitting his job to be a full-time candidate: We are both super cranky and we snap at each other all the time and we fight in front of our friends and I tell Primo he has completely changed the rules and I never signed up for this and it is stress, stress, stress.

Then Primo reads this article in Salon.com by a guy who was dumb enough to quit a job so he could look for another job only the guy didn't even do any research about what kind of job he wanted to get and if those jobs were available and what he needed to do to get one of those jobs. He obviously never read Ask A Manager - Alison would never advise someone to quit a job without having another job lined up. Alison would also say not to listen to your parents about job advice because your parents are not objective and they don't always know.

In this case, the dad was an engineer with several patents and the writer was a failed musician who had gotten a typing pool job. The dad was all "Go for it, dude!" and the son listened to his father. He did no research (according to the article). He had minimal savings. He was 42 years old trying to get an entry-level position in another field. If you have ever looked for a job, you have probably discovered that employers are not eager to hire middle-aged, experienced people for entry-level jobs.

I feel bad for the guy, but honestly, he did not do it right.

Where was I?

So Primo is all stressed now because of this article and I pointed out that our situation is different - that Primo has been talking to people and we think we have a Plan B - that he could perhaps return to his old job after a year or to another employer in this area. I have a job. I don't make as much money as I would like or as I used to or as Primo does, but I make enough to cover our bills.

Still, we are super cranky and snappy with each other and if we both make it through this experience alive, I will be impressed.

Primo's parents certainly aren't encouraging him to do this, although I would be very happy if they would give him a $280,000 gift to launch his new life, as they essentially did with Jack and his restaurant.

Nope, Sly and Doris called yesterday - which was the Sunday of Labor Day weekend - to ask why Primo HAD NOT CALLED. THEY WERE WORRIED! IT HAD BEEN OVER A WEEK!

1. It had not been over a week. Primo calls them at least once a week, usually on Sunday before 3:00 our time because 3:00 our time is when they start drinking.

2. We were out of town. It is possible that the reason Primo does not call is that he is doing something else. It is pretty likely that he is doing something else on a holiday weekend.

But Doris had to give Primo the "But I was sooo worried because you didn't call" when she called at 4:30 our time, which means she declared panic and disaster only 90 minutes after the call usually happens and just had to go straight to High Drama rather than sending an email saying, "Hey! Hope everything is OK. I bet you are out of town for the holiday weekend. Love you. Talk to you next week."

Anyhow, the Primo situation is nothing like this guy.

And the good news is that the guy who wanted to run for the county board - the 23 year old - is not going to run. Primo got a text from a friend of his - this politically-connected guy - who gave him the news. The 23 year old had wanted to have coffee with Primo on Friday but then cancelled because he wasn't feeling well and rather just telling Primo over the phone that he wasn't going to run, he wants to reschedule the meeting, which makes me realize even more that this guy has never had a Serious Job because when you have a Serious Job, you don't get to spend your day running off to meet people for coffee so they can tell you something they could perfectly well tell you over the phone.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

In which Primo hopes for rain so he can get out of meeting with volunteers

It is the Saturday of Labor Day weekend and Primo is committed to spending Monday all day at campaign events. Then someone told him that there is a group of volunteers doing general campaigning who will be mentioning Primo's name during their rounds today - Saturday - and that Primo needs to meet with them.

Obviously, it's a good idea to somehow reward people who give their time to you. We are not in a position to pay people to campaign for us (what? you didn't know that people got paid for door to door campaigning? Yes! They do! Oftentimes, the sincere young person - the political equivalent of the indy singer-songwriter - who knocks on your door to tell you all about An Issue or A Candidate is being paid. I don't care - I am a capitalist and I believe people's time is worth something, but wouldn't you like to know if the person is being paid or is doing this out of sincere belief? I would.)

Where was I?

Oh. We are not rich people. We cannot pay people to campaign for us or to run the campaign. (although we made a big stupid mistake by paying Samantha, the most horrible campaign manager in the world for the previous campaign. My stomach hurts thinking of the money we wasted. Remember she tried to extort another candidate whose campaign she was managing?)

But Primo can spend time with people.

But it's not like Primo is a big name. So I have mixed feelings about this. It's important to keep people motivated. And it's gracious to appear in person to thank people who are working on your behalf.

But would I, if I were a campaign volunteer, even care if I met someone at Primo's level? I don't know. Maybe people who care enough about this stuff to spend the Saturday of a long weekend knocking on doors on behalf of someone else care about meeting the candidate.

Anyhow, it's not my free time. It's Primo's.

But he doesn't want to do it. He is hoping it rains so they can't do doors and he doesn't lose his Saturday morning.

I told him just not to do it anyhow.

"But that will hurt my reputation!" he said.

I laughed. "If reputations actually mattered in your world, Samantha would be at the bottom of the river."

Thursday, February 12, 2015

In which Primo marches up and down the square

Primo: I went to that demonstration.

Me: Oh great.

Primo: Hey! A lot of party people were supposed to be there.

Me: OK. Then if you can connect with them, that's good.

Primo: Anyhow, it was supposed to be just a peaceful march.

Me: Uh huh.

Primo: But then, the group detoured and a bunch of people went into the police station.

Me: What?

Primo: Yeah. That was not part of the plan.

Me: So what did you do?

Primo: I decided that was a good time to get out of there.

Me: I think that was a good idea.

Two hours later, I read online that there is a sit-in at the police station. I look at the photo but don't see Primo.

Me: They're still at the station.

Primo: Let me see.

Me: I don't see you in the photo.

Primo: I was there. Marching.

I look up at him.

Primo: Marching up and down the square.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

In which Primo discusses quitting his job - again

Me: It's not that I don't believe in you or support you - although I think politicians are slimy and it's a nasty business and I don't know why you want any part of it - it's that I am so scared that if you quit, you will never find another job and I will be stuck working until I am 70 and we won't have enough money to be old.

Primo: I'm scared, too.

Me: What if I lose my job? What if I get laid off?

Primo: What if I'm hit by a bus tonight on my way to karaoke?

Me: Then I would get a check for $1.3 million dollars from your life insurance plus whatever the bus company would give me.