Right Turn, Part II - 12/18/07 01:32 AM

So, yeah. Back to the bit where my life got flipped, turned upside down, for only the 17th time in three years.

Holy shit. "Ian" died three years ago and came out to her mother, almost to the day.

I was struggling to keep my job. Not that there was any danger of me being fired, but I was going through sort of a c'mon, Milla, hang in there just until you find something else thing on a daily basis.

But I was employed, functional, passing, and even quickly getting rid of my damn facial hair.

I felt as though my transition was really finally taking off. I envisioned myself straddling a red rocket straight out of a violent cartoon. It roared upwards for that big Suporn Clinic in the sky, the final stop in my journey to selfhood. (Yes, I'm a lunatic.)

The rocket was an Acme product.

Right after I began to develop shoulder bursitis, I was moved from children's pricing to the "cashier" position, which actually involved even more carrying and lifting of clothes. This in itself wasn't quite enough to make me tell the bosses to shove it, but I sniffled through one full day, after which my bursitis was so aggravated by being a "cashier", I just called in and quit the next morning, without notice.

Fuckers.

Meanwhile, a mysterious thrift store customer whose name I won't reveal here (but it starts with T and rhymes with Tom) had been talking to and visiting Connie at work at the other store. I'll refer to this person as "Tom" so as not to reveal that his name is Thomas.

Tom kept visiting Connie. Our relationship had previously been declared open and undefined. I'd already visited and started considering Mike and Melissa here in Chicago my partners. Connie seemed bemused but oddly non-creeped-out by Tom's visits. Eventually, she wanted to "find out why" he was doing this, and they went out for coffee.

Be sure to tune in next time for the exciting conclusion!

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