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So... I"m typing this because he already annoyed me this morning yet again...

Let me start from the beginning.



The weekend before Teine's birthday, we started to move apartments to a two-bedroom to get situated for the two girls to come down here.



The week of his birthday, earlier on in the week, Teine called me, and asked me if we could take in a fellow vet about to go to the homeless shelter because his fiance kicked him out of where they were living. I agreed to let him stay in the bedroom. He decided to use his food stamps for food, and that was all he'd have until he got paid, for which he wasn't going to pay us.

That was fine with us, bills would not have gone up so much higher since the utility bills are based off of size of apartment one is living in...other than electric, but then, he only has his phone, so it wouldn't be too bad.

Well, all he could talk about since before we even brought him home was his fiance, ex-fiance at that point. How he loved her, how he wanted to be with her, how beautiful she was, the poems he wrote for her... I should add in that he is of age 37.

A few days later, just after Teine's birthday, the vet decided to ask if we could now also board his fiance (yes, the ex), and her 20 year old son. Apparently her new boyfriend didn't stand up for her when the other guy decided he wanted her out. So, we decided to take them in.

He decided my talking was not important, and no matter if anyone is talking, he will butt in, interrupt, and act all high and mighty. When I talk to Tim, he would yell over me to talk to Tim rather than wait.

Yesterday, because our R'asha is in heat, Teine and I have been up all night. So, he fell asleep on the loveseat. At the moment that is our only livingroom furniture other than the unstable coffee table. So, the vet decided to move his legs over. That wasn't enough though.... he decided to lift the foot end of the couch at a 120 degree angle and start yelling at Tim like he was a private and wake him up. I had told him to not do it, and that didn't phase him, he didn't listen to me. I was so pissed I was about to attack him. He only did it to sit on the damned loveseat... He's done many other things also, but ugh...

So, because of my heart palpitations, and the fact that my grip was worsening to where I could barely open the doors to the apartment or even spray shaving cream for shaving, my work fired me. HR decided to hide it, but I know it's for a fact. Because every time I mentioned the fact that they were terminating me, they would say "now you can get a job that better suits your health" and, "this job was too physical for your conditions". Those whom I were speaking with? The main manager that hired me, my supervisors, my managers even. So, we were on a $1600/month budget. We are now down to $1000/month, for the next four months. After that we will be thoroughly broke with no more of our backup to fix this. Our budget for food was $45/month.

We took in a fellow vet who was about to go homeless. In help, he was going to use his food stamps for the house, and start paying a little bit once he gets paid through the Voc. Rehab program. So now that $45 for this month can go back into savings.

I am going for caregiver for Teine, since his conditions have gotten much worse since we started the med-board process. That and it will bring an extra $400-1000 to our budget.

Also, Teine got accepted for Voc. Rehab, which will most likely pay him $1100 in monthly substance allowance.

Teine is going to also look for a job.

I am hoping the National Guard will get off their ass and start paying him his severance pay. He's only been severed for over a month now... and he got nothing from them because the severance paperwork hasn't gotten to santa fe yet.. -.-''

in a few days this will be taken to the general in hopes that things will get moving.

Gods.... I've a headache. Yesterday was my last day working at the Troop Store on Bliss, and I have to admit, I'm somewhat glad I don't have the job anymore. For the past two months I kept worrying about the unnecessary write ups getting me fired. (which was all BS and they knew it, it was only the one manager that ever had a problem with my work, and everyone overlooked that everyone else was very happy with my working skills). HR simply told me basically since I had no proof that they wont do shit.

So, we are moved into our new place, and I hope things will get better.