Complaints.

Grumblegrumblegrumble. My roommate moved her shit out today. What she left: two tubs of trash, two broken shelf systems, another shelf thing, hangers, pieces of dog food, pieces of dog poop, a dirty puppy pad. What she didn’t leave: money for the two electric bills she owes me for, money to replace the carpet her dog tore up, the key, my lamp. (Kiiiiinda not sure if that was my lamp or hers but I’d like to think the slut stole my lamp.) She also left no note telling me if she was coming back for thay shit or if she had actually moved out. So I sent her sister a text. Yep, she was already at the state line. She said NOTHING to me. I asked her twice on facebook when she was moving out. Nothing. She has no phone (she must have texted her sister from her boyfriend’s phone). So I have no way to get ahold of her other than facebook, where she doesn’t respond. The bitch just left with no word. So fucking glad to be rid of her. ********** People at work keep walking on me and I just fucking take it. One girl keeps taking Fridays off and expects me to cover for her. And! Everyone’s trying to take a weekend off here in a couple of weeks and everyone just expects me to work for them. Well guess what, bitches. I have a family reunion that weekend. Figure it out for yourselves. I so hope this interview goes well on Tuesday.