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nightshade1972Hubby works for a private company which helps people file disability claims. Company's client is actually the particular *hospital* involved. These are indigent patients, if hubby's company can't get the patient on SSI/disability, the patient's hospital bill won't get paid by Social Security.
Hubby's been presented with the opportunity to get a job *with* Social Security. They're apparently fast approaching the deadline (Sept) where the online-only applications have to be turned in. Hubby's known about this job opportunity since at least late June. I've been pestering him about it at least once a week. I know he has a current resume, I helped him format it. His laptop isn't connected to my desktop's printer, but that's irrelevant since I have a copy of his updated resume on my hard drive. I've asked him on multiple occasions if he needs a cover letter. He's either "too tired" or "too busy" to be bothered.
The Parental Units invited us, and my inlaws (who've recently relocated to be closer to us), for dinner at their place this evening. My inlaws drove to our house, then the four of us drove in one car to my folx' house. For most of the ride up, my FIL was asking hubby about whether/when he'd applied for the SSA job yet. I also chimed in with my two cents' worth, since I'd been asking him about that myself and hadn't gotten a good answer. We didn't talk about it at dinner, because if the Maternal Unit knew he had this opportunity she'd never leave him alone, and if he didn't get it I'd never hear the end of it. But on the way back in the car, my FIL starts up again.
Once we got home, and my inlaws had left, I calmly asked hubby what he intended to do about the SSA thing. He blew up. Apparently it's my fault that he "hasn't been able to because he hasn't been home often enough" WTF? Apparently I "insist we go out to dinner so often that he's unable to find the time to do anything about it". Let's see. He gets home from work around 5:30. *If* we go out to dinner, we generally leave right after he gets home and changes clothes, call it 6. We're usually home no later than 8, and that's really pushing it. He's generallly in bed by 10. So I'm at a loss to figure out how hard it is to hit "send" on his computer when we get back from dinner, on those occasions we do go out. Oh! Wait! Apparently it's "more involved" than just sending in a resume! Apparently there's "about two hours worth of paperwork he has to wade through, it's not just the resume"!
I guess I was supposed to just know that by psychic powers, osmosis, who the hell knows. And it really chaps my hide that he wants to somehow *blame* me for the fact he hasn't done anything about the SSA job yet, when he's got to get the application in by September. He *never* told me there was at least two hours' worth of online paperwork involved. Even if he had, he's a big boy, if he really wants this job he should make the time. Oh, wait, he doesn't like getting up early in the morning. Now that he doesn't drink caffeine anymore, he's "too tired" by 9-10 at night to stay up just long enough to get the ball rolling. I really don't understand why he even bothered telling me about this prospective job, if he doesn't want to apply for it in the first place. I understand perfectionism. I understand it can be scary to do new things because if you can't do them perfectly, you'd rather not do them. But I am well and truly pissed off right now, that he wants to come up with this lameass bullshit about "how if you'd stop insisting we go to dinner every night (which I don't, btw, I'm the one who keeps track of the finances), and if you'd stop insisting I take you places on the weekends (I guess he forgot I can't drive and I'm effectively housebound during the week?), I'd actually have time to get the paperwork together to get the application filed!"
So I said fine, you're right, I'm home all day, I have your resume on my computer, tell me where I need to go online and I'll take care of it myself. I'll make you a nice cover letter and everything.
Oh, no, he says. You have to wade through pages and pages on the SSA website, it's hard to find, tricky to navigate, you have to have the right job posting number, you have to know how to format the resume, etc etc ad nauseum.
I guess he forgot that I spend a fair portion of my time at home "wading through" lots of websites. And he must also have forgotten the part about how I actually have a *degree* (he doesn't have one, btw). In English. And I have both the MLA and APA style manuals, not to mention all the books *he's* purchased about legal writing, SSA requirements, etc.
I would never say this to his face, because, as the Russian proverb goes, "the spoken word flies, you can't catch it". But he's behaving like a fucking juvenile asshole. And he had the nerve to hold *his* hand up to *my* face and tell *me* to "fuck off"!
Hubby's been presented with the opportunity to get a job *with* Social Security. They're apparently fast approaching the deadline (Sept) where the online-only applications have to be turned in. Hubby's known about this job opportunity since at least late June. I've been pestering him about it at least once a week. I know he has a current resume, I helped him format it. His laptop isn't connected to my desktop's printer, but that's irrelevant since I have a copy of his updated resume on my hard drive. I've asked him on multiple occasions if he needs a cover letter. He's either "too tired" or "too busy" to be bothered.
The Parental Units invited us, and my inlaws (who've recently relocated to be closer to us), for dinner at their place this evening. My inlaws drove to our house, then the four of us drove in one car to my folx' house. For most of the ride up, my FIL was asking hubby about whether/when he'd applied for the SSA job yet. I also chimed in with my two cents' worth, since I'd been asking him about that myself and hadn't gotten a good answer. We didn't talk about it at dinner, because if the Maternal Unit knew he had this opportunity she'd never leave him alone, and if he didn't get it I'd never hear the end of it. But on the way back in the car, my FIL starts up again.
Once we got home, and my inlaws had left, I calmly asked hubby what he intended to do about the SSA thing. He blew up. Apparently it's my fault that he "hasn't been able to because he hasn't been home often enough" WTF? Apparently I "insist we go out to dinner so often that he's unable to find the time to do anything about it". Let's see. He gets home from work around 5:30. *If* we go out to dinner, we generally leave right after he gets home and changes clothes, call it 6. We're usually home no later than 8, and that's really pushing it. He's generallly in bed by 10. So I'm at a loss to figure out how hard it is to hit "send" on his computer when we get back from dinner, on those occasions we do go out. Oh! Wait! Apparently it's "more involved" than just sending in a resume! Apparently there's "about two hours worth of paperwork he has to wade through, it's not just the resume"!
I guess I was supposed to just know that by psychic powers, osmosis, who the hell knows. And it really chaps my hide that he wants to somehow *blame* me for the fact he hasn't done anything about the SSA job yet, when he's got to get the application in by September. He *never* told me there was at least two hours' worth of online paperwork involved. Even if he had, he's a big boy, if he really wants this job he should make the time. Oh, wait, he doesn't like getting up early in the morning. Now that he doesn't drink caffeine anymore, he's "too tired" by 9-10 at night to stay up just long enough to get the ball rolling. I really don't understand why he even bothered telling me about this prospective job, if he doesn't want to apply for it in the first place. I understand perfectionism. I understand it can be scary to do new things because if you can't do them perfectly, you'd rather not do them. But I am well and truly pissed off right now, that he wants to come up with this lameass bullshit about "how if you'd stop insisting we go to dinner every night (which I don't, btw, I'm the one who keeps track of the finances), and if you'd stop insisting I take you places on the weekends (I guess he forgot I can't drive and I'm effectively housebound during the week?), I'd actually have time to get the paperwork together to get the application filed!"
So I said fine, you're right, I'm home all day, I have your resume on my computer, tell me where I need to go online and I'll take care of it myself. I'll make you a nice cover letter and everything.
Oh, no, he says. You have to wade through pages and pages on the SSA website, it's hard to find, tricky to navigate, you have to have the right job posting number, you have to know how to format the resume, etc etc ad nauseum.
I guess he forgot that I spend a fair portion of my time at home "wading through" lots of websites. And he must also have forgotten the part about how I actually have a *degree* (he doesn't have one, btw). In English. And I have both the MLA and APA style manuals, not to mention all the books *he's* purchased about legal writing, SSA requirements, etc.
I would never say this to his face, because, as the Russian proverb goes, "the spoken word flies, you can't catch it". But he's behaving like a fucking juvenile asshole. And he had the nerve to hold *his* hand up to *my* face and tell *me* to "fuck off"!
