Montreal Bound

Today, I looked at M’s car window to see the bag she taped on and laugh. Well, it is even worse than I expected. She taped a clear plastic bag with duct tape. That seems like a normal quick-fix and I would have done the same. What I wouldn’t have done though, was put the duct tape all over my shiny black paint on the car door. I am serious, folks. There was at least two feet of tape making contact with the paint of the car. I peeled back one corner of the tape and sure enough, paint was stuck to it. And so it sits, baking in the sun.

S informed me that M told him that she is looking for her own place. This is fucking absurd, ok? You don’t even want to know how angry this makes me. First of all, I make nearly double what she made at her day job and I can barely afford to live without a room mate. Second of all, M owns nothing but the things in her bedroom. The plates, forks, couches, toasters, towels, tooth brush holder, pots, pans – EVERYTHING is mine! Third of all, I have NO debt and she has thousands and thousands of dollars worth.

She also told S that she is going in on Monday to quit her day job. So that means she now has a part time job only. At a gas station. So depressing.
And she told him that the Starbucks interview went well, in her opinion. She sent the interviewers a hallmark card in the mail. I’m sure they’ll get it well after they have made their decision not to hire her ass. But she did say that if she gets the job, she is going to ask to be transferred to Montreal.

Oh, my, god. Good riddance. I will personally pack every belonging of hers. I will drive her to the airport and walk her onto that plane. Montreal, I am sorry.