As I recall mentioning here a few months back, there was significant Regime Change in my wife's workplace at the start of the 'summer', resulting in the rapid purging of the utter dirtwads who had made her working life miserable since the time she dared to take maternity leave, and who had initiated her gradual slide from department head to underemployed photocopier resupplier, via two union-fought attempts at involuntary redundancy.
Just three months on from all that she's run off her feet heading two departments, and filling in for her new CEO while he's off sick. As the guilt-ridden deadbeat person whose situation meant she couldn't quit from our only source of income no matter how much she wanted to, I almost can't describe the sheer pleasure it is to see her come through the door like she did this evening, completely knackered but cheery and confident like she used to be 6 or 7 years ago.
We're still broke thanks to my general fecklessness in all arenas, ghastly mortgage and debts left over from my failed business, and massive paycuts she herself was saddled with over the past year, but honestly none of that shite really matters when the missus has a smile on her face.
