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...okay. So. FOR THOSE INTERESTED, I AM GETTING USED TO MY JOB, AND MY KNEE IS HEALING NICELY. I should be able to get new bike wheels tomorrow when I get my paycheck.
Okay, a little bit of background: DeAnna's dad is medicated. Like, heavily. Last Wednesday, me and DeAnna were in a situation where nobody was home - she was getting her paycheck and visiting her dad (at the time, he was in a nursing/rehab center due to leg numbness) and I was at work. When she got home, we discovered that a large portion of his methodone and klonopin was missing. Nothing else was touched, and there was only one person who knew both of us were out - someone who just happened to have the ability to enter the room. We don't have any proof, of course, that isn't situational, so we can't outright say "yes, he did it", but it's pretty clear.
Anyway, DeAnna filed a police report with what she knew for 100% fact - how much was there beforehand, how much was there afterwards, the timeframe it happened during. Thus, it came to the job of the drunkards and assholes to speculate and spread rumors. Rumors, being like a virus, hit the wrong place at the wrong time. A friend of DeAnna's and her dad's, here, kept getting put under fire for taking the pills due to the fact he also takes methodone as a painkiller for a similar spine-related injury. Practically livid with rage, he comes down here, foaming and snarling, blames DeAnna for not standing up for him and selling him out even though he DIDN'T DO ANYTHING (this wasn't the guy mentioned above who we think DID, keep in mind) and then takes back the computer he had given us when mine died. You know, the one we were USING.
(The one I was actually using AT THE TIME. Sorry about just dropping off the face of AIM, those of you that saw me poof.)
Thankfully, DeAnna managed to get my old clunker working, and getting a new power supply tomorrow shouldn't be too difficult, but who's to say that's the only problem with this computer, and how will I know how long it can last?
...seriously. What the fuck. Did I like, rape puppies in a past life? WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THIS BAD KARMA.
Okay, a little bit of background: DeAnna's dad is medicated. Like, heavily. Last Wednesday, me and DeAnna were in a situation where nobody was home - she was getting her paycheck and visiting her dad (at the time, he was in a nursing/rehab center due to leg numbness) and I was at work. When she got home, we discovered that a large portion of his methodone and klonopin was missing. Nothing else was touched, and there was only one person who knew both of us were out - someone who just happened to have the ability to enter the room. We don't have any proof, of course, that isn't situational, so we can't outright say "yes, he did it", but it's pretty clear.
Anyway, DeAnna filed a police report with what she knew for 100% fact - how much was there beforehand, how much was there afterwards, the timeframe it happened during. Thus, it came to the job of the drunkards and assholes to speculate and spread rumors. Rumors, being like a virus, hit the wrong place at the wrong time. A friend of DeAnna's and her dad's, here, kept getting put under fire for taking the pills due to the fact he also takes methodone as a painkiller for a similar spine-related injury. Practically livid with rage, he comes down here, foaming and snarling, blames DeAnna for not standing up for him and selling him out even though he DIDN'T DO ANYTHING (this wasn't the guy mentioned above who we think DID, keep in mind) and then takes back the computer he had given us when mine died. You know, the one we were USING.
(The one I was actually using AT THE TIME. Sorry about just dropping off the face of AIM, those of you that saw me poof.)
Thankfully, DeAnna managed to get my old clunker working, and getting a new power supply tomorrow shouldn't be too difficult, but who's to say that's the only problem with this computer, and how will I know how long it can last?
...seriously. What the fuck. Did I like, rape puppies in a past life? WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THIS BAD KARMA.
