I think Betty was on to something.
Most of us can agree a job search is pretty stressful. Then throw in moving to a foreign country with different accreditations and degree system, time limit on a work visa, and the labyrinthian minefield that is recruiters who compete with one another.
A recent conversation between spouses:
Yael: (furiously scrolling the internet and typing emails) I am so nervous for the interview tomorrow. I don’t feel as prepared as I should. Can you come read this follow-up email I drafted, and help me prepare?
Bryan: (from the other room) I can’t find my brown pants.
Yael: Did you just hear me? I need help on this job prospect tomorrow.
Bryan: (throwing clothes around the guest bedroom) I can’t find my brown pants! Where are they??
Yael: You’re kidding, right? I have to ask you a question about this interview.
Bryan: I don’t see my brown pants anywhere!!!!!!!!!!!
Yael: ARE YOU SERIOUS? I AM SITTING HERE TALKING TO YOU ABOUT A POTENTIAL JOB. YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS FOR ME TO WORK. YOU KNOW I RELY ON YOUR SOUND ADVICE IN THESE MATTERS, AND ALL YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS YOUR BROWN PANTS. LIKE A RAINMAN CHILD. WHY DON’T YOU CHECK THE OTHER CLOSET OR THE CLOTHES TO BE IRONED, BESIDES STANDING IN ONE PLACE.
Bryan: (finding them in the other closet) You stole my brown pants.