My husband had his first day at his new job today, and I swear I was probably a more nervous wreck than he was!
It's crazy. I was acting as if it was his first day at school thinking "I hope the others are nice to him. I hope that he fits in. I hope he has fun. I hope he's happy."
So when he comes home and slaps on a fake smile and says "it was alright..." my heart sank. I know it's never perfect on your first day, but I was praying that it would be perfect for him. No need to adjust because he fits right in...
Not the case. And my hormonal, emotional self just started to cry. I cried most of the evening just wishing things would have gone better! In all honesty, my husband's happiness, comfort, and well-being both emotionally and physically are the more important things to me.
If he came home and said that he discovered his new calling and that is to be the fries specialist at McDonald's I would support him.