Hotter is doing that thing he does where something goes wrong, I can't fix it right away, and as a result he is a total asshole. It's GREAT.
See, shortly after dinner tonight, one of his teeth just randomly disintegrated (it's not QUITE as weird as it sounds--prior to his transplants Hotter had really bad gastroparesis due to diabetes causing neuropathy in his gut and would throw up dozens of times per day, and that went on for quite some time, which damaged all of his teeth pretty badly; I don't think there's a single tooth in his mouth that doesn't have multiple chips, cracks, or other issues, and at any given time he needs $500-$10,000 worth of dental work done according to MFA Dentist). So that sucks. A few minutes later he came up to me and said "well, it doesn't hurt or anything, but obviously I'd like to get it fixed as soon as possible." I pointed out that that would mean a crown. "Well yeah, MFA Dentist says I need them on all four of those teeth," he said, pointing. "Crowns are $1,200," I reminded him. "Yeah, and?"
Things are much better here financially since I started working at Eclecstasy, but they are not "$1,200 in the bank" kind of good. You'd think Hotter would grasp that without my pointing it out, but you'd be wrong. He also didn't grasp it WITH my pointing it out, and said that if it was MY tooth we'd get it fixed no problem, but he guessed since it was HIM he'd have to wait.
I think he's got kind of a selective memory, because I that is actually not the case per history. I mean, mayyyybe if you count the time a few months ago where a crown of mine fell out and MFA Dentist was able to just glue it back in the next day, you might think that was the case, but on the whole, no.
I pointed out that one of my FRONT TEETH fell apart in 2011 and I walked around like that for six months before I was able to get it fixed, and then only because a company stepped in and generously helped me out. (HOLLA to the fine folks at Brighter.com!). And he...called me a liar.
So I think we're at an impasse, in that he apparently doesn't remember that whole miserable debacle AND thinks I fabricated my blog archives, I guess? Maybe he and Stalky can get together and vent about what a lying liar who tells lies on the innernet I am. I don't fucking know. I mean, what do I even do with this (the Hotter-calling-me-a-liar-about-my-life thing, not the current dental situation, I know what I'll do about that and it involves getting a second job again and not seeing the kids for a few weeks except for when they get to watch me work for Temp Agency #3 online until I pass out)? I debated whether or not to write about this, since it paints Hotter in kind of a negative light, but if he's going to be a jerk like this I'm going to vent about it, and if he doesn't want me venting about it then he shouldn't be a jerk.
At least I'll miss him less while I'm working nonstop for the next little bit?
Tell me something good.