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It's all the old conditioning--really and truly. Same thing happened with me, and then with Mr. MG when he decided to switch jobs recently. (His track record is three years in each job working for Da Man, BTW, and mine is about the same, although I've made it to four years once or twice.) :rofl:
My old-school relatives went a bit easier on me because they understood "mommies staying home". :eyes: But you should have seen them 10 years ago, when I announced that I was going to give up trying to find a teaching job and go into writing/editing instead. Oy! The freaking out was incredible. Because being a TEACHER was something they understood. It was one of the Five Acceptable Professions for a woman: teacher, mommy, secretary, flight attendant, nurse. (Seriously--I have a memory book from the '60s where I could store my report cards and stuff, and for each year of school, alongside where I could write what my favorite subject was etc., there was a section that said "What I want to be when I grow up" and instead of having a blank line to write on, they had check boxes for each of those choices!)
ANYway, when my uber-conservative aunt found out that Mr. MG was switching jobs, I went over to her house one day, and she met me at the door with a worried expression (then again, when is it not) and the words "I hear there's trouble!" Honestly, I had NO IDEA what she was talking about, but finally I figured out she was fritzing because Mr. MG was changing jobs. From one corporate entity to another. And he got the new job before he quit the old job. So what was the problem? That he was leaving a "safe" job (at an HMO :puke:) for another--which is with this city's biggest employer--one of the most successful businesses this place has seen in a long time. But in her eyes, if you didn't get a corporate job in your 20s and then STAY THERE till you're old and decrepit so you can have your pension and gold watch (she doesn't understand there are no pensions anymore, let alone gold watches), you'll be living in a cardboard box and holding involved conversations with your one-eared stuffed bunny rabbit friend named Larry. No middle ground. Plus she said--get this--"But HMOs will be around forever." :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
The moral of the story? These old relatives want the best for us and worry about our security, but they simply DO NOT understand that the entire world has changed around them, and you can't apply the old rules to the new world anymore. If you do, you'll lose your mind--not to mention your 401(k).
I guess all we can do is try to explain the situation to them, but don't expect much of it to sink in. You know how it gets through to them? When someone else tells them the same thing we try to! We can explain till we're blue in the face, but they won't believe it, but as soon as one of their cronies tells them the exact same thing, they listen, understand, believe it...and then call us up to tell us what they just found out! :rofl:
Aaahhhhh old relatives. Gotta love 'em.
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