A couple of weeks later, as the rain and cold got a little unbearable, Gary let me move into a different vacant room at his house. I had begun working at a stationary store at Valley Fair Mall and had within a week or two moved into a supervisory position. I was not attending church as much as I might, preferring to look for another church while no one knew what I was doing. Most of the time, I told people I had to work. After a short period of time, I gave up looking and mostly went to Valley Church again. I just didn't feel comfortable anywhere else, even though I often did not feel welcome there.
I was again invited to spend Christmas with Paul and his family, but when Christmas day came, I got the call that Paul was in the hospital with some complications of a surgery he had had as an infant (I think...Paul will have to correct me if I am wrong). So, we spent Christmas day in the hospital and I actually had a pretty good time hanging out. The day after Christmas, as most people know, is the busiest shopping day of the year. I called my work to let them know that I would be late and that I was going to stop in to see my friend at the hospital. They did not take kindly to this, and the manager and I got into an argument on the phone which resulted in my quitting my job and spending the whole day with Paul. I don't think he knew about that. But, I was once again out of work and a short time later, Gary (seeing a familiar pattern) asked me to move out.
I next took a short-term job as a telemarketer for the San Jose Mercury News, but that job really sucked so it only lasted about two weeks. In the meantime, I was staying with my friend Bobby (who has since worked on Capitol Hill for Rep. Bob Barr and Rep. Phil Gingery - no connection there, I am just proud of him) or sometimes with my friends Peter and Lee. Peter and Lee lived in a 3 bedroom apartment with a couple. The couple were odd enough, most notably because the girl was a paraplegic who refused to wear depends so she literally pissed on everything without knowing it. I am not kidding. Peter was a friend from Choir and Small Ensemble who I could not help but pick on, I don't know why. Lee was one of the linemen I used to go to dinner with on the football team, and hung out with quite a bit the summer after I graduated. In late February, I began working as a daytime server at Charley Brown's Steak & Seafood and Peter, Lee and I moved into our own 3 bedroom apartment. I also began dating a girl from church named Debbie. Debbie was a neat girl, a little different from everyone else, and we were friends. When I showed up at her birthday party without a present, I instead told her I would take her out for her birthday. I didn't mean anything by it, but she took it as a date and we began dating. I like my job, lived in a place for which I was on the lease, was dating a girl...things were okay and would remain that way for a good six months.
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