7-Year Old Daughter took my job loss pretty hard at first but since then she has gotten quite use to having my unemployed ass around the house. Both Daughters seem delighted. I love them but, honestly, I could use a change of scenery.
I walked downstairs in my best suit and tie and 7-Year Old Daughter asked if I was going into the city for another interview. I told her I was and that, hopefully, I would be back to work very soon.
She burst into tears. “I don’t want you to go back to work! I want you to stay here! Can’t you work in my school?!” Later, she said that she hopes I find a job, but not for the rest of the year.