Ok, I'm going to use a hypothetical situation here to try to explain another situation, but I would like to start by saying that I am not pregnant. Not that I don't think you guys don't understand the concept of hypothetical, but I can totally see quite a few people just not reading the rest of the entry and instead calling me straight away. Again, not pregnant. Ok? Here we go...

So, let's say you have a friend who has had a miscarriage, or has had a really hard time trying to conceive. She's broken up about it, she's frustrated, she's angry, and you're trying to be there for her. Now let's say you suddenly find yourself pregnant. Maybe it was unexpected, or unplanned, or simply happened a lot quicker than you would have thought.

Either way, you're pregnant and you're very happy about it. And you've gotten to the point where you're telling your friends. But, what about the friend that is having a hard time getting pregnant? There are people out there who would say that you shouldn't tell your friend...that it's like rubbing salt in the wound. This, to me, sounds like the most stupid idea ever.

I mean, you're pregnant. She's going to notice eventually. And when she does notice, or when someone else tells her, she's not only going to feel the hurt of knowing someone else gets to have a baby and she doesn't, but she's also going to be pissed off that her friend thought she was so fragile that she couldn't handle the thought of someone else having a baby. I mean, yes, be tactful and mindful of her feelings when you tell her your news, but you tell her right?

I bring up this hypothetical because it is the closest thing I can come up with to a situation I now find myself in. (Again, not pregnant.) My nearly sister-in-law is finishing up a master's degree soon, and she's been offered a summer job doing pretty much exactly what she wants to do, and there's even a chance it could lead to a permanent position. This is a great thing. With the economy being the way it is, to get a chance to do what you want to do, especially in her case after having a job that she really didn't enjoy for a while, is a great thing.

And honestly, when Ian told me that his sister had gotten the job, I was immediately excited for her. And then he told me that he wasn't actually supposed to tell me that she had gotten the job, because his mother told him not to.

Because I'm looking for a job you see. And I haven't found one. So the news of her job was followed up with a "now, don't tell Kerry."

And honestly, had I just heard about his sister's job, I would have been excited for her. But now I'm pissed off. I'm annoyed because it seems that I need to be protected from the fact that she has found a job, in a completely different area and an amazingly different field, and I have not. I mean, she's going to be working as a translator. I speak English, maybe 50 words of Spanish, and can say excuse me and hello in a few more languages. His sister? Did not steal my job.

And this 'consideration' just makes me feel like the people around me feel like I need to be tip-toed around and that I'm so mentally unstable due to my lack of employment that someone else's happy news will send me into emotional turmoil. Which, you know, isn't something I particularly wanted to add to my pile of guilt about not working at the moment. But, there it is.

Still, it's been gorgeous weather all week, and I've been sitting outside in it instead of sitting at a desk doing work. Don't worry though...I won't tell Ian's sister.