Kevin has gone and done something no man from his family has done in recorded history. Not his dad, not his dad’s dad, and things get kind of complicated in the generation above that but I think we can safely assume that not his dad’s dad’s dad either.
And what is that wild and crazy thing that Kevin did is?
He changed jobs.
Well, kind of. He works in software and he’ll still work in software, but now his free t-shirts look like this:
And the free hats look like this.
Making a change was hard for Kevin. His eye developed a twitch that seems fairly permanent now, but it is done. He is no longer a Microsoftie; he is now officially a Googler. (Actually, he’s called a “Noogler” because that’s what they call new employees at Google. If you want to receive a hard punch in the face, try calling Kevin that next time you see him.)
My favorite part of this whole job switch was the one weekend in between jobs when my husband was technically unemployed. We went out to dinner and I jumped up to pay the bill, saying, “You don’t have a job. I got this one.” I reveled in the fact that I was actually the main breadwinner of the family for two days. Of course, it wasn’t so funny when the boys said I was rich because I am making some money nannying and then Kevin said, “Yes, boys. Your mother makes hundreds of dollars!”
Anyway. While switching from Microsoft to Google feels like a crazy, insane, totally risky move to Kevin, it doesn’t feel any different to those of us who still wave goodbye to him at 7 in the morning and wave hello to him at 5 in the evening and completely zone out when he tells us what he did at work that day. We do get to stop saying we’re going to “Bing it” and then explaining to people what that means. Now we just Google things like any other self-respecting human being.
In conclusion, if you need an explanation of what “Bing it” means, just Google it because every time you do, a five dollar bill shows up in our mailbox now.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Cheesy beef enchiladas
Brownie roll-out cookies