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So. yeah. I apparently have tonsillitis. Sucks, hard, especially because it constantly feels like something's rammed in my throat and every time I swallow it's like SCREAMING PAIN OF OW. On the plus, I was told as long as I take antibiotics, they shouldn't need to operate... this is really icing on the cake of the past few months. I figure, since I'm already typing, I might as well put a timeline for you.
May 17, 2005:
After a month of searching, get hired onto AMC theaters' crew. This proves to be both a good and an abysmally bad thing.
May 22, 2005:
Chew-out by supervisor causes me to fear for job. Vow to job search.
May 23, 2005:
After gathering applications at various places, run across one DeAnna. At first I pass by, but 'treat others as you would wish to be treated' gets the better of me. I won't lie, part of my initial driving force is because she's incredibly hot and my mind was thinking of scenarios ending in bumping uglies. Full details here.
May 25, 2005:
DeAnna calls me again, wants to spend some time with me. I bring her home, we end up making out but stopping halfway due to personal issues. I don't know how much she'd like me to say, so I'll leave it at that.
May 29, 2005:
After a week of off-and-on seeing-each-other, we finally decide that yes, we are dating. I'd say it's sometime around now that I truly fell in love with her.
Now, I don't know what days the following things happened, but I know they happened as such:
June, 2005:
* I pull a no-call-no-show at AMC, stupidly expecting that nobody will be the wiser. It comes back and bites me on the ass, obviously, and I lose my job. I hardly would call it a "big" loss, since I was practically suffering heatstroke, they were treating me like shit, and they paid me less than fucking McDonald's would.
* DeAnna spends the night at my place - afterwards, we spend a day shopping for clothes and other things for her. In a Chili's, I end up on one knee proposing to her.
* The day AFTER I propose, her dad kicks her out on her ass. The details still boggle me, but it apparently involves a speck of dust being on the carpet and him claiming she should "live with other slobs like me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mutt12". This is the first of many things on my list of "Why I hate DeAnna's father to the point of blind irish rage". She comes to stay with us, which is a decision I do not regret, though one that occasionally causes some conflict, especially since she and Mutt seem to be opposite sides of the personality spectrum and because there's three of us in an apartment designed for 1 or 2.
July:
* Gradually, things get settled and problems get more petty yet more easily solved. Problems include: My bisexuality and how DeAnna feels to my love for teh kawk, how until DeAnna moved in, we were basically godless heathens who lived in a pigsty off of hot pockets and bagel bites, and the fact that repeated boinking is starting to - and does, by the end of July - completely break the futon/bed we were sleeping on.
* I still can't find a job. Starbucks calls me for an interview, but as it's for a store I cannot reach, I (instead of going there and explaining that my transportation does not take me that far) skip the interview completely. This is Brian's Totally Retarded Job-based Sabotage #2, the first being my leaving AMC.
* My birthday comes and goes without a murmur, being just another day on the calendar.
August:
*Money starts to wear thinner. Mutt's managed to find a temp job by this point, but it pays, if I'm not mistaken, roughly $7.00 an hour. Obviously, not enough to pay rent AND support three people, so Mutt goes E-Bay/Trade-in happy, e-baying what he can and trading in a good portion of our games and movies in to Movie Trader Company - a mistake, as we later find out Gamestop pays at least double for most all non-movie items.
* I start reviewing for WorthPlaying, just like my rolemodelxyzzysqrl. My sleep schedule goes all verklempt.
* DeAnna's father goes off the deep end, threatening to sue her if she doesn't pay her backrent. When she tips her hand and shows that she's legally ready for anything he can give, he ends up going psycho, possibly sending us anonymous death threats, and definitely getting her fired from her McDonald's job.
* We're finally presented with an ultimatum - one of us needs a job by October, or it's simply financially impossible for us to stay rooming with Mutt. It's ironic, since I came here to be a -help- to him, and I've been nothing but a burden.
* And, icing on the cake, on August 31st, we find out DeAnna is pregnant. After much thinking, I decide that I (in a passionate bit of uncharacteristicness) want to raise the child as opposed to putting it up for adoption.
September 1:
Hurricane Katrina pretty much puts a wrench in my entire life, as all the refugees from New Orleans flee to Houston, then to Dallas.
Instead of getting Medicaid and foodstamps for DeAnna today, we have a date to come back to the welfare office on the 19th.
September 2:
I continue my bitter resent for an inanimate force of nature as I find that the Westin Galleria, my biggest job lead, has put all hiring on hold until they situate Westin employees from New Orleans. This makes to jerk me around for another two weeks before they finally say "NO JOB FOR YOU".
September 3-16:
My stress goes through the roof as jobs jerk me around like a dog holding a ragdoll. I get a sore from either soda or chewing on my bottom lip or both, but it's easily ignorable. Finally, on the 16th, the Residence Inn (another hotel) right down the street says "Hey, come in for an interview next Wednesday".
September 18:
I start developing a sore throat. Figuring it to be just that, I brush it off.
September 19:
Me and DeAnna go to the Texas Department of Health and Human Services. She gets Medicaid and a EBT card which to this point STILL has no money on it despite claims otherwise. We both get sick off of the various smells in the office, angry from waiting four hours before we get what we came for, heatstroke from having to walk to the train station afterwards...by the time we get home, we both feel like shit. I've also been spitting an uncommon amount, due to sore throat making it painful to swallow.
September 20th (Today):
At roughly 6 AM, DeAnna finds out that I'm burning like a furnace, has Mutt cart me to the ER. It takes them all of five minutes to disclose that it's tonsillitis, fifteen more to give me tylenol and a perscription for antibiotics. I take tylenol later on, and one gets seriously lodged IN my throat - can't cough it back up, can't swallow it. So I just have to wait for it to dissolve. Funzies. Later I take more, this time chopped up. Feel like a piece is stuck again, but DeAnna insists it's just my uvula (the dangly thing in the back of my throat). So now I'm on Children's Liquid Tylenol. I suck. :(
Aaaaand that's it, in a nutshell. Whee! :P
May 17, 2005:
After a month of searching, get hired onto AMC theaters' crew. This proves to be both a good and an abysmally bad thing.
May 22, 2005:
Chew-out by supervisor causes me to fear for job. Vow to job search.
May 23, 2005:
After gathering applications at various places, run across one DeAnna. At first I pass by, but 'treat others as you would wish to be treated' gets the better of me. I won't lie, part of my initial driving force is because she's incredibly hot and my mind was thinking of scenarios ending in bumping uglies. Full details here.
May 25, 2005:
DeAnna calls me again, wants to spend some time with me. I bring her home, we end up making out but stopping halfway due to personal issues. I don't know how much she'd like me to say, so I'll leave it at that.
May 29, 2005:
After a week of off-and-on seeing-each-other, we finally decide that yes, we are dating. I'd say it's sometime around now that I truly fell in love with her.
Now, I don't know what days the following things happened, but I know they happened as such:
June, 2005:
* I pull a no-call-no-show at AMC, stupidly expecting that nobody will be the wiser. It comes back and bites me on the ass, obviously, and I lose my job. I hardly would call it a "big" loss, since I was practically suffering heatstroke, they were treating me like shit, and they paid me less than fucking McDonald's would.
* DeAnna spends the night at my place - afterwards, we spend a day shopping for clothes and other things for her. In a Chili's, I end up on one knee proposing to her.
* The day AFTER I propose, her dad kicks her out on her ass. The details still boggle me, but it apparently involves a speck of dust being on the carpet and him claiming she should "live with other slobs like me and
mutt12". This is the first of many things on my list of "Why I hate DeAnna's father to the point of blind irish rage". She comes to stay with us, which is a decision I do not regret, though one that occasionally causes some conflict, especially since she and Mutt seem to be opposite sides of the personality spectrum and because there's three of us in an apartment designed for 1 or 2.July:
* Gradually, things get settled and problems get more petty yet more easily solved. Problems include: My bisexuality and how DeAnna feels to my love for teh kawk, how until DeAnna moved in, we were basically godless heathens who lived in a pigsty off of hot pockets and bagel bites, and the fact that repeated boinking is starting to - and does, by the end of July - completely break the futon/bed we were sleeping on.
* I still can't find a job. Starbucks calls me for an interview, but as it's for a store I cannot reach, I (instead of going there and explaining that my transportation does not take me that far) skip the interview completely. This is Brian's Totally Retarded Job-based Sabotage #2, the first being my leaving AMC.
* My birthday comes and goes without a murmur, being just another day on the calendar.
August:
*Money starts to wear thinner. Mutt's managed to find a temp job by this point, but it pays, if I'm not mistaken, roughly $7.00 an hour. Obviously, not enough to pay rent AND support three people, so Mutt goes E-Bay/Trade-in happy, e-baying what he can and trading in a good portion of our games and movies in to Movie Trader Company - a mistake, as we later find out Gamestop pays at least double for most all non-movie items.
* I start reviewing for WorthPlaying, just like my rolemodel
xyzzysqrl. My sleep schedule goes all verklempt.* DeAnna's father goes off the deep end, threatening to sue her if she doesn't pay her backrent. When she tips her hand and shows that she's legally ready for anything he can give, he ends up going psycho, possibly sending us anonymous death threats, and definitely getting her fired from her McDonald's job.
* We're finally presented with an ultimatum - one of us needs a job by October, or it's simply financially impossible for us to stay rooming with Mutt. It's ironic, since I came here to be a -help- to him, and I've been nothing but a burden.
* And, icing on the cake, on August 31st, we find out DeAnna is pregnant. After much thinking, I decide that I (in a passionate bit of uncharacteristicness) want to raise the child as opposed to putting it up for adoption.
September 1:
Hurricane Katrina pretty much puts a wrench in my entire life, as all the refugees from New Orleans flee to Houston, then to Dallas.
Instead of getting Medicaid and foodstamps for DeAnna today, we have a date to come back to the welfare office on the 19th.
September 2:
I continue my bitter resent for an inanimate force of nature as I find that the Westin Galleria, my biggest job lead, has put all hiring on hold until they situate Westin employees from New Orleans. This makes to jerk me around for another two weeks before they finally say "NO JOB FOR YOU".
September 3-16:
My stress goes through the roof as jobs jerk me around like a dog holding a ragdoll. I get a sore from either soda or chewing on my bottom lip or both, but it's easily ignorable. Finally, on the 16th, the Residence Inn (another hotel) right down the street says "Hey, come in for an interview next Wednesday".
September 18:
I start developing a sore throat. Figuring it to be just that, I brush it off.
September 19:
Me and DeAnna go to the Texas Department of Health and Human Services. She gets Medicaid and a EBT card which to this point STILL has no money on it despite claims otherwise. We both get sick off of the various smells in the office, angry from waiting four hours before we get what we came for, heatstroke from having to walk to the train station afterwards...by the time we get home, we both feel like shit. I've also been spitting an uncommon amount, due to sore throat making it painful to swallow.
September 20th (Today):
At roughly 6 AM, DeAnna finds out that I'm burning like a furnace, has Mutt cart me to the ER. It takes them all of five minutes to disclose that it's tonsillitis, fifteen more to give me tylenol and a perscription for antibiotics. I take tylenol later on, and one gets seriously lodged IN my throat - can't cough it back up, can't swallow it. So I just have to wait for it to dissolve. Funzies. Later I take more, this time chopped up. Feel like a piece is stuck again, but DeAnna insists it's just my uvula (the dangly thing in the back of my throat). So now I'm on Children's Liquid Tylenol. I suck. :(
Aaaaand that's it, in a nutshell. Whee! :P
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Don't you live in the actual city of Dallas? The bus system can't be THAT bad, can it?
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