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The girl I complained about at work was fired last night. Which was good. The night before when one of the residents was going through on of her cycles and stomping, screaming and trying to slap me, this girl was too busy talking on her cell phone to come help me. So last night when she fell asleep I called my house manager, who had told me to do just that, and she came in and told her to go home. Then I called Debbie and she came in and finished the shift. So goodness there. I'm exhausted though, fourth day in a row tonight and the last three nights have been weekend days which means I don't get out of there till later because the residents get to sleep in and I don't feel comfortable just leaving when everything's not done.

Taught one of the residents to say my name. He and I get on really well, he listens to me and Debbie's even called me his subsitute mother figure. He's a big ole mamma's boy, but his mom doesn't live to close so can't always come and visit.

Yeah so I still love my job.

I'm getting along good with my parents. Had some rather good moments over the last week. When I first got my phone and my mom, brother and I were messing with it trying to pick out a ringtone was settled on one that sounded like someone whistling. I thought it was silly and said I'd be lucky if someone didn't try to slap me because they thought I was whistling at them. My mom laughed and started to tell me maybe it'd help me pick up a guy. She never got the word guy out of her mouth. I realized what she was going to say, threw her a look and she smoothly switched to saying someone instead of guy. I was stunned to say the least, stunned but happy.

Also when I picked my dad up from the airport on our way home we started discussing my two summer classes. One of them is a class on Human Sexuality. He said that he could see why I'd find that interesting and then he didn't any comments about my gay pride keychain, even though he was the one driving and had to give my keys back to me.

I know little things, but it gave me hope that my parents might be coming around and starting to accept that I'm gay. Well, hope is good.

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The girl I complained about at work was fired last night. Which was good. The night before when one of the residents was going through on of her cycles and stomping, screaming and trying to slap me, this girl was too busy talking on her cell phone to come help me. So last night when she fell asleep I called my house manager, who had told me to do just that, and she came in and told her to go home. Then I called Debbie and she came in and finished the shift. So goodness there. I'm exhausted though, fourth day in a row tonight and the last three nights have been weekend days which means I don't get out of there till later because the residents get to sleep in and I don't feel comfortable just leaving when everything's not done.

Taught one of the residents to say my name. He and I get on really well, he listens to me and Debbie's even called me his subsitute mother figure. He's a big ole mamma's boy, but his mom doesn't live to close so can't always come and visit.

Yeah so I still love my job.

I'm getting along good with my parents. Had some rather good moments over the last week. When I first got my phone and my mom, brother and I were messing with it trying to pick out a ringtone was settled on one that sounded like someone whistling. I thought it was silly and said I'd be lucky if someone didn't try to slap me because they thought I was whistling at them. My mom laughed and started to tell me maybe it'd help me pick up a guy. She never got the word guy out of her mouth. I realized what she was going to say, threw her a look and she smoothly switched to saying someone instead of guy. I was stunned to say the least, stunned but happy.

Also when I picked my dad up from the airport on our way home we started discussing my two summer classes. One of them is a class on Human Sexuality. He said that he could see why I'd find that interesting and then he didn't any comments about my gay pride keychain, even though he was the one driving and had to give my keys back to me.

I know little things, but it gave me hope that my parents might be coming around and starting to accept that I'm gay. Well, hope is good.