Our jobs are not very different
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Our jobs are not very different

Initially, I was just going to talk about what my husband and I do for a living. But then I gave this some more thought.

I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to relate to you how much in common we all have in relation to our work and life experiences. Firstly though, my husband and I are both graphic designers. In an earlier post in honor of my daughter, I mentioned that this is how we met. We met in the workplace. Needless to say, our skills and talents are a lot different.

This does not ever mean that the one is more talented or creative than the other. I have been told that I’m far too modest when I say that my husband is the more resourceful and practical of the two of us. Also, I happen to believe that he works a lot harder than me. This, I believe is heavily influenced by our strong cultural roots and, of course, my man’s desire to see to his need to be the provider of us all. I have been told that my strong will and calm demeanor gives him his strength.

And what is it they said about ‘behind every successful man…’ again? Anyway, by the time my husband was getting ready for his entrance to the University of Technology, he had already decided that he wanted to be a graphic designer. Me, on the other hand, well, I had other ideas in the beginning. And quite frankly, my late father was quite relieved when I changed my mind and decided to go to graphic design school. You see, originally I wanted to become a reporter.

I suppose this may have stemmed from my love for reading and writing. I thought naively that the School of Journalism would be the best entry for me to make to act on my interests then. But my father did not need to warn me against choosing this career path. I soon discovered the hurly burly and sometimes dangerous nature of this line of work. But as we both began our careers as consummate graphic designers, little did we know, as the oft used story opener goes.

Because we both had to hit the ground running. It’s true what the TV show says, it’s a mad, bad world. The ad industry is cut-throat through and through. After many years doing his time in the business, my husband decided to call it quits. Now, he’s freelancing. Work opportunities for him at this stage are intermittent and I don’t mind that he is at least trying. Also, while we’ve made some cuts here and there, like cancelling our pay per view service that we don’t really need anyway, our house was paid off some time ago.

And the lad being at home has done wonders for our marriage, if you don’t mind me telling you so. Leaving out the private details, husband is more flexible with his day. While I’m still stuck in my corner at work, and later in traffic, he goes off to fetch the kids from school. By that time, well-organized man that he is, most of his prepping work has been done. So by the time I’ve settled in at home after work, I can watch over the children while he carries on with work if there’s still left over’s to be seen to.

And then it’s off to bed. I decided to stay on in my post for the long haul. I’ve been at the same company for more than twenty years. Fortunately, our studio is part of a global group which is going places in the universe, so there’s no danger of me losing my little corner just yet. Anyway, I’m sure by now that you get the point how we all have something in common where balancing our work and family lives are concerned. It pleases me that we’ve managed well so far.

What also makes me swell with pride is that those days of the old lady sitting at home while her husband toddles off to work are long gone. More power to me, I suppose.