So y'all know the story. The Dad worked for a company. The DH Boss sold the company. The Dad and a few other, loyal execs lost their jobs. The Dad spent several months looking for jobs. The Dad takes a contracted position, we pay taxes, get no benefits - because you do what you have to do. Right? The Dad gets 3 job offers in a matter of 5 hours, and while one was stable, had benefits, knew some people... he chose to be a contractor again for a company that is responsible for getting the right people for so very many positions within the Providence (hospital/medical) group, among others. The kicker here was that the company placing him there pays taxes, and we were able to get family benefits through them. Decent benefits - though we pay decently, too. The contract was originally for 10 months, then bumped to 16 months and along the way, his knowledge, demeanor and work got him bumped to several other projects to manage. The wage is very good... but...
But here we are, planning vacations, lake time, graduation festivities, hoopfest, Mariners' games... and he has no vacation "time". Sure, he can take it, but it's unpaid. No PTO when you're a contractor. No life insurance. No retirement match. It's good $$. But... well... you know.
So the people he works with at Providence kept telling him to apply for this position, for that position and he did, and he interviewed, and he did not get the jobs.
Another one popped up, that he found - versus having been told about it by the regular Providence employees he currently project manages with - and he gave it another whirl. He was flown to Seattle to meet with people he's actually met before (most of them) and felt good about his "audition." The 6 member panel was interviewing all week long for 9 different positions... Oye. He was told they'd make a decision "in a few weeks."
So they made their decision and he was offered the position. We then had to go to task to make sure it was going to be feasible - all things considered. Right now, we pay 4 figures for benefits. With the slight decrease in salary (contractors are paid more for obvious reasons) - well that was do-able. But if benefits were going to cost close to or the same, well that might have made it a deal breaker, sadly... and The Dad would have kept looking.
But he struck the lottery on benes. We are still responsible for a monthly amount, but it's minute and covers just about everything under the sun. Like... everything. It's like getting a raise on your first day. But... speaking of sun... I've got much to do before we head to the sun... granted The Can is going to get 6 very nice, very unseasonably warm days... The Can can't offer me the soothing sound of crashing waves, margaritas, soft sand between my toes and mucho guacamole y margaritas!
So happy for The Dad. It's been a heckuva year. From Vice Prez, to Suzy Homemaker, to Jeff the Contractor, to IS Applications Supervisor to Cali, Idaho, Wash, Oregon & Montana Providence Health. All in a years' time. Good things come to those who wait.
Bravo Gag.
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