Zombie13 is hitting a seemingly insurmountable wall in his quest for a local job here in Washington.
He is constantly submitting and doing preliminary and follow-up interviews with certain Washington based companies (including many with the very company that laid him off) to no avail.
Rather than moving somewhere new (like the blisteringly hot Alabama or Florida or the brutally cold Minnesota or returning to the East Coast) he has hit upon the idea of returning to his old company in Colorado, where he assures me, he is a "perfect fit." He has already applied for jobs there and is getting interview requests.
Much like the awful Firebird car he "strong-armed" me into going along him to buy in Texas and the wretched house he sweet talked me into agreeing to purchase in Colorado that led directly to BK13 there, he is now saying this is the only way to avoid using the three 401Ks he still has next year to sustain the high cost of continuing to live in this state.
I do agree that this company was a far better employer than his last one, but the dreadful memories of Colorado fill me with fearful trepidation.
My spinal surgeon told me that the onset of the thoracic meningioma he removed after a grueling six-hour operation in 2023, he estimated began between 2013-2018, certainly within the twelve years I was trapped there, without ever once traveling outside of that state (i.e. no vacations ever!!!!)
I feel Zombie wants to recreate what he sees as his golden years, working at the one company that he voluntarily chose to leave, living in a semi-arid, alternating between an excessively sunny and frigidly snowy climate at an ungodly near 6k mile altitude. He has said he loved Colorado and never really wanted to leave there at all. He only agreed to relocate here, because I complained so much.
My memories of Colorado, particularly the last 6 years, are invariably miserable. First, my mother died with little warning, then we sold that wretched dwelling and bought a better, nicer and larger 2 story house, all in 2016 and then we had to file BK13 the following year in 2017. What followed was the worst 5 years of my life, punctuated by frequent and more debilitating injuries and health setbacks. More than one provider told me I needed to live in a more humid and temperate climate, which is exactly what Washington is. No wonder then that I pressured Zombie to get me out of there ASAP when the BK13 finally ended in Feb.2022. (We moved here in late May 2022.)
He is actively blaming me for his Colorado applications, saying I told him I was OKAY with him applying for work there. I admit in a rare moment of weakness, I did say that. But the minute he actually got a positive response, I started to panic, much as I did when I let him make the decisions about the car and home purchase. I feel moving back to Colorado is a literal, dead end death sentence for me, with no way out. As he has pointed out, neither one of us is getting younger and relocating yet again may prove practically impossible. I have been told my meningioma tumor may return in time, and I am certain it will if I have to return to that barren, high desert climate.
I have an ominous bad feeling about returning there much like my intuition is trying to warn me to not give in to Zombie's wishes for an easy way out - for him.
I feel I must stand up and fight back against living somewhere I loathed every day for more than 5 years. For him, Colorado is going home.
He is constantly submitting and doing preliminary and follow-up interviews with certain Washington based companies (including many with the very company that laid him off) to no avail.
Rather than moving somewhere new (like the blisteringly hot Alabama or Florida or the brutally cold Minnesota or returning to the East Coast) he has hit upon the idea of returning to his old company in Colorado, where he assures me, he is a "perfect fit." He has already applied for jobs there and is getting interview requests.
Much like the awful Firebird car he "strong-armed" me into going along him to buy in Texas and the wretched house he sweet talked me into agreeing to purchase in Colorado that led directly to BK13 there, he is now saying this is the only way to avoid using the three 401Ks he still has next year to sustain the high cost of continuing to live in this state.
I do agree that this company was a far better employer than his last one, but the dreadful memories of Colorado fill me with fearful trepidation.
My spinal surgeon told me that the onset of the thoracic meningioma he removed after a grueling six-hour operation in 2023, he estimated began between 2013-2018, certainly within the twelve years I was trapped there, without ever once traveling outside of that state (i.e. no vacations ever!!!!)
I feel Zombie wants to recreate what he sees as his golden years, working at the one company that he voluntarily chose to leave, living in a semi-arid, alternating between an excessively sunny and frigidly snowy climate at an ungodly near 6k mile altitude. He has said he loved Colorado and never really wanted to leave there at all. He only agreed to relocate here, because I complained so much.
My memories of Colorado, particularly the last 6 years, are invariably miserable. First, my mother died with little warning, then we sold that wretched dwelling and bought a better, nicer and larger 2 story house, all in 2016 and then we had to file BK13 the following year in 2017. What followed was the worst 5 years of my life, punctuated by frequent and more debilitating injuries and health setbacks. More than one provider told me I needed to live in a more humid and temperate climate, which is exactly what Washington is. No wonder then that I pressured Zombie to get me out of there ASAP when the BK13 finally ended in Feb.2022. (We moved here in late May 2022.)
He is actively blaming me for his Colorado applications, saying I told him I was OKAY with him applying for work there. I admit in a rare moment of weakness, I did say that. But the minute he actually got a positive response, I started to panic, much as I did when I let him make the decisions about the car and home purchase. I feel moving back to Colorado is a literal, dead end death sentence for me, with no way out. As he has pointed out, neither one of us is getting younger and relocating yet again may prove practically impossible. I have been told my meningioma tumor may return in time, and I am certain it will if I have to return to that barren, high desert climate.
I have an ominous bad feeling about returning there much like my intuition is trying to warn me to not give in to Zombie's wishes for an easy way out - for him.
I feel I must stand up and fight back against living somewhere I loathed every day for more than 5 years. For him, Colorado is going home.
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