Okay, so... some things. That have happened.
Moved out. Yeah, it finally happened. I am out on my own, living the dream. Well, not completely on my own- I have roommates, of course. Which makes the next part a little... less complicated, but simultaneously more so.
Got fired. Kinda. See, when I moved, I was told- and expected- a transfer to a job site near where I moved in. Surprise surprise, once I did move out, I was told, "wait, no, we don't have anything, let us keep looking." This continued for the next 30 days, until the company I worked for decided it would just be easier to fire me rather than follow through on any promise they made me. Fantastic. And that's the story of why I'll never work for private security again.
Well, I guess that's it. Oh, except for one thing...
My boyfriend Travis and I have been going out for the past six months, and we're still going strong.
At least, when everything else is going wrong, I can count on one thing going right.