Well, it's a little over a month in the new place. Things have gone relatively smooth, except for one minor issue: There's a fucking thief in these apartments. The building is pretty small, with only four apartments, so everyone knows each other, hangs out, etc. Moving on, a couple of Thursdays ago, I got home from work. I was still feeling a little pain from the tooth I had pulled last month. I reached for one of the last of my three lortabs that were prescribed to me, and noticed that they were missing. I was confused for a second, and that confusion turned to anger. So, naturally, I inform my roommate of this. To clear this up, this wasn't my roommate, I knew that beforehand. She may be a pothead, but she's not a thief. I told her about what happened, and at that point I was thinking that it was either her brother or her boyfriend, since those were the only people that have been in the apartment. I was doubting that it was the boyfriend too, which made me think it was her brother. She said she'd confront him the next day.
I went through the next day at work brewing, thinking about the whole thing. When I got home, she told me she talked to him, and said it couldn't have been him. Strangely, I believed her. She then let me know that it could've been one of two people in the apartments; both known pillheads, and one a known thief. How it could it be one of them you ask? Sometimes when my roommate goes outside, she leaves the door unlocked, which leaves anyone enough time to walk in or out with any small item they want. Anyway, when she told me about them, I came to the conclusion that it most likely my neighbor's boyfriend, or whatever the hell he is. Of course, I had no proof, so I couldn't just throw blame. But, my instinct told me it was him, and that was enough to tell me that I couldn't trust him, and that I couldn't even pretend that we were cool. And it was pretty much confirmed for me when I found out that about the time my 3 lortabs disappeared, he happened to show up to his neighbors and friends with 3 lortabs. Everyone's trying to give him the benefit of a doubt, but I've been around the block enough times to know better. My neighbor said it couldn't have been him, because my meds came up missing on a Thursday, and he had the pills on a Wednesday (she of course said this before she found something of hers missing). Actually, I noticed that they were missing on a Thursday, but they easily could've been gone for a day or two, at the least.
So yeah, no physical proof, as I said, but with that knowledge I know damn well it was him, the two-faced bastard. So, up until that point we were pretty cool, now can't look at him without wanting to put a brick through his face. I'm trying to be civil though, I've only been here a month, and I don't want to be the guy that causes shit for my roommate, she's already had her share of that already. But anyway, I haven't said more than two words to him since, I have nothing good to say to him. He continues to deny it, like a typical thief. But as I said, I won't even pretend that we're friends, I won't stand around while he smiles in my face, I won't talk and bullshit with him like nothing happened. He fucked me over, I can't forget that. He's lucky I didn't go with my first though (brick through face).
Anyway...
I've been going back and forth to my old job, checking out the chances of getting back in. So far, chances are looking pretty good, cause it looks like they could use a consistent employee again. One problem is that it's a graveyard position. Graveyard sucks because the money usually isn't very good, and because it pretty much seals any chance of having a nightlife again for a while. But, I'm strongly considering it, because I'm REALLY starting to get tired of my current job. The money sucks, my supervisor won't let me work events to make more money, and I'll never move up to a better spot because there's always people with higher seniority in front of me. At least on graveyard at the other job, I get to pick up events, and the chances of me going to another shift or position is a lot better. One problem with that though: I have a trip that I'm planning soon, as I think I've mentioned. I don't have a set date yet, but if I do this, then that plan will be postponed until mid-fall, most likely. But, I'll see how that goes as things come along.
Well, it's the 4th of July, and you know what that means...
Patriotism!!!!!!!!
Well people, I'm off to continue my 4th of July tradition, and watch Team America: World Police.
Until next time...
I went through the next day at work brewing, thinking about the whole thing. When I got home, she told me she talked to him, and said it couldn't have been him. Strangely, I believed her. She then let me know that it could've been one of two people in the apartments; both known pillheads, and one a known thief. How it could it be one of them you ask? Sometimes when my roommate goes outside, she leaves the door unlocked, which leaves anyone enough time to walk in or out with any small item they want. Anyway, when she told me about them, I came to the conclusion that it most likely my neighbor's boyfriend, or whatever the hell he is. Of course, I had no proof, so I couldn't just throw blame. But, my instinct told me it was him, and that was enough to tell me that I couldn't trust him, and that I couldn't even pretend that we were cool. And it was pretty much confirmed for me when I found out that about the time my 3 lortabs disappeared, he happened to show up to his neighbors and friends with 3 lortabs. Everyone's trying to give him the benefit of a doubt, but I've been around the block enough times to know better. My neighbor said it couldn't have been him, because my meds came up missing on a Thursday, and he had the pills on a Wednesday (she of course said this before she found something of hers missing). Actually, I noticed that they were missing on a Thursday, but they easily could've been gone for a day or two, at the least.
So yeah, no physical proof, as I said, but with that knowledge I know damn well it was him, the two-faced bastard. So, up until that point we were pretty cool, now can't look at him without wanting to put a brick through his face. I'm trying to be civil though, I've only been here a month, and I don't want to be the guy that causes shit for my roommate, she's already had her share of that already. But anyway, I haven't said more than two words to him since, I have nothing good to say to him. He continues to deny it, like a typical thief. But as I said, I won't even pretend that we're friends, I won't stand around while he smiles in my face, I won't talk and bullshit with him like nothing happened. He fucked me over, I can't forget that. He's lucky I didn't go with my first though (brick through face).
Anyway...
I've been going back and forth to my old job, checking out the chances of getting back in. So far, chances are looking pretty good, cause it looks like they could use a consistent employee again. One problem is that it's a graveyard position. Graveyard sucks because the money usually isn't very good, and because it pretty much seals any chance of having a nightlife again for a while. But, I'm strongly considering it, because I'm REALLY starting to get tired of my current job. The money sucks, my supervisor won't let me work events to make more money, and I'll never move up to a better spot because there's always people with higher seniority in front of me. At least on graveyard at the other job, I get to pick up events, and the chances of me going to another shift or position is a lot better. One problem with that though: I have a trip that I'm planning soon, as I think I've mentioned. I don't have a set date yet, but if I do this, then that plan will be postponed until mid-fall, most likely. But, I'll see how that goes as things come along.
Well, it's the 4th of July, and you know what that means...
Patriotism!!!!!!!!
Well people, I'm off to continue my 4th of July tradition, and watch Team America: World Police.
Until next time...
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