We all want jobs. I want a steady hire at the place where I alreay work (they are reluctant to give it,although they love my work performance, because of financial issues which I know all about, since I work there. Basically one of the biggest rentees with us might leave, but they don't give us notice, so we can't take in new people). I also want to start my own company, I am taking my first entrepenour class next week to see if my ideas might generate some money.

Husband want a new job and has applied for two ones already since we got home - he is stressed to the bone because he works 9 places although he is hired one place.

SO wants to...come to Norway. And I am going to help him. I have become the middle man in this situation, because the restaurant wants to hire him, but the owner works around the clock and his live-in-girlfriend (my new friend) has small children, so basically I took it upon myself to check all the legalities. I spent my lunchbreak today calling the Foreign Department to check all the questions I have about work visas - or "work permit", as I now know that they are called. It is quite complicated and I think it is neccesary that I follow the case all the way through. In Norway, it is not the employer who does the visa application, it is the employee, although the employer has to provide some papers, the employer is responsible. And SO does not understand legal English and even the FD official had to check with her collegues to make sure she understood the rules right!

So, you may wonder, why is she helping that guy out? What is going on?

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Since I came home, I thought long and hard. I made peace with not going to Turkey so much. I found this online, which has helped me so much: http://www.thrivewithbipolardisorder...ng-depression/ I mean, the things said about depression here are literelly quotes of things SO has told me. And I decided that I am going to help him. I regard him as my other husband. Ever since we had dated two weeks, and he asked me how he could marry me, I told him I would get him the very thing closet to it. I belive I have, and I will. I believe I am a good influence in his life, even if poly poses a challenge because it is not socially accepted.

Since I came home, he has been the one initiating all our texting. I only answer his texts. He sends me crying emicons and tells me he misses me, that his bed is empty without me. He sends me pics of our cat, which is not quite our "baby" any more. I know he sleeps a lot. I let him sleep. I know SO thinks of himself and wonders, what will become of me? He owns his country a lot of money (since he took up a loan to not go to military), how can he pay it off? I am proud of him. I want him to be proud of himself. I believe in him, and I know this not all he is.

So now, all of our dreams and hopes might end up somewhere along the lines of him working at my towns restaurant. He will earn a lot more than he is used to. Hopefully he would learn more Norwegian along the way. Perhaps having more money - that he himself had earned -would make some things easier for us. If we are in the same place, it is also easier for me to initiate him getting treatment if he should need it. Nobody knows. But this is what I will try to do.

I would like to share my favourite song from this summer - especially since SO hates Tarkan, haha! I think he feels he is the ultimate Turkish macho man which he is not. Anyway, I think Tarkan is a lot of fun, although a fading star in Turkey these days (even he is getting older), he brought another singer with him on "Hadi O Zaman" (Which I think translates to something like, "O, come on!"):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z6ZBkLaxgY