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So, beginning of this month, my former roommate tells me to pack my s**t and get out, and all because we got in a fight over the damn bunkbeds, which my grandpa had given to me and had said that if I gave either of them away, he'd kick my a**. So, former roommate says get the hell out. You have three days you greedy little b*tch. I had happened to be heading out looking for work at the time. >__< I hadnt' been able to get work since I quit working at Safeway in May. So, I call my grandma, we go and take resumes around her town because if I'm getting kicked out, the only place me, my cats, my furniture, and my other stuff are going to be able to go is my grandma's. Wouldn't you know it? That very day, I take a resume in to this fine dining restaraunt 2 miles away. I'm hired ON THE SPOT and asked to come in at 8:30 am the next day. So, now I have a job! Yay for me! But, there was still the problem of having a house to move all my stuff into. So, my grandma gets ahold of the person that owns the trailer next door and we work out a deal. Now I have a place to live, AND have all my stuff in it! But, the night we were moving everything, I took the cats back to grandma's with me since former roommate had said she would get rid of them if I didn't take them. Grandma goes back to help grandpa load the U-Haul while I settle my cats into the shop. An hour later, I get a phone call from the police, asking if I knew anything about a stolen cat. I told him what I had been told, and he said he would stay out of it. THEN grandparents come home and say former roommate ATTACKED my grandma and knocked her on the goddamned asphalt. A few days later, said former roomate is telling people that my grandparents were WAITING TO SEE HER REACTION, when they were really just loading my stuff into the goddamned U-Haul. Now, this person and I had been friends, or so I had thought, for almost 11 years. Wouldn't you know it? It seems she's NOT that great a damn friend after all.
 NeoSeussi · Fri Sep 01, 2006 @ 02:43am · 3 Comments |
