I’ll be blue in the face any day now. I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for too long, and there’s no end in sight. We’ve kicked off the new year with everything up in the air. The little man will potentially be enrolling in a special ed program mid-year…but we have no idea where or when this will be. The husband and I are in a race to see who can pick up part-time employment first, while he simultaneously takes the next step with his present employer. Our current and future fiscal solvency depends upon both contingencies. It’s no wonder that panic attacks are hitting me with their best shots. Or that I’m frustrated by the quality of the job postings I’ve been coming across. Just this morning I found this gem: “…must have six mounts to a one year of working with…” Doesn’t anyone know how to proofread anymore? The folks responsible for these atrocious errors are the ones who still have jobs. But maybe not for much longer, according to Wired. Just as my Salon Premium membership was expiring, it somehow scored me a free one year subscription to Wired. The first issue arrived yesterday…declaring that “Tech jobs are fleeing to India faster than ever.” Perhaps it’s because their workers are more adept at proofreading.