I'm Officially Depressed

Today was probably the most depressing day I have had in a long while. The ridiculousness that is my room mate generally causes a lot of laughter and disbelief but every once in awhile, it causes anger and sadness. I’m not depressed because she is a failure for life, nor am I upset that we have drifted a great deal as friends. I am depressed because her failure means my potential failure.

We share half the rent, people. If M can’t produce, it would leave quite the burden on me. I don’t want to pay her half of the rent – I don’t even LIKE her. Her never buying toilet paper, her not rinsing her dishes when she puts them in the sink, her never emptying the garbage, her never vacuuming or cleaning anything EVER, these things eat away at me but as long as her half of the rent is paid, I can usually deal with it.

So why today? Why is this the day I choose to let this shit get me down? Well…
M did not get up for work again. As usual, I knock on her door to let her know she is late – only this time, I’m not exactly shitting rainbows at the fact that she has slept in – AGAIN.

SS: You should get up.
M: What?
SS: You should get up.
M: Why? (She said this in the bitchiest, “Wtf” tone)
SS: Because you are late for work – again.
M: I haven’t decided if I am going.
SS: WELL, YOU JUST TOOK ON AN 8000 DOLLAR LOAN SO I THINK YOU SHOULD BE WORKING.

Silence.

10 minutes later, as I left the house, I just had to ask –
SS: Did you get fired yesterday?
M: No.
SS: Did you quit?
M: No.

And there you have it! Not a single answer as to why she is missing her third day of work this week. I actually didn’t see her at all today. I spoke to her but didn’t physically see her even though we were at home, at the same time, multiple times today. Her lack of work attendance coinciding with the additional 8 grand (minimum) that she has tacked onto her ever-growing debt train has pretty much confirmed that I MUST find a new place to live. Without her. Without anyone.