good mood: officially over

today was my roommate's last day in my house, and even though i don't yet have a replacement (FOR AUGUST, ACK) i have to say i am not at all upset to see her go. it was not working for me. she was not around a lot, true, but when she WAS around, she treated her living situation like she was in a hotel: someone else would fix things, clean things, buy things, and take care of things for her. and she assumed that person was me. it was annoying.

last night i was already in a highly shitty mood (despite my cheery-ass post in the morning! things went downhill quickly!) so when i finally stumbled home from work at about 8:30, i was not pleased to discover that once again, my roommate had left the door closed to the laundry room, which is where the kitty litter is. the laundry room is off of the second bathroom - aka, her bathroom - and she repeatedly would close the main door to the bathroom, then go back to her room via the adjoining door, without ever reopening the main door. usually this would be at night, and i'd (hopefully) notice before i went to bed so i could open the door back up for the cats.

yesterday, though, she walked blithely past the closed door on her way out for the day... so the cats were alone in the house with no access to their litter for 12 hours. OBVIOUSLY this did not end well. i was tempted to place the throw pillow they had used as plan b in front of her door to make a point, but i just cleaned up and threw away the pillow instead. i knew from previous discussions on the matter that she wasn't going to care, AND she was leaving the next morning anyway. but i was pretty grumpy about it.

this morning, i was awakened at about 6am by the noise of glass shattering in the kitchen. i knew it was probably the cats, but i could also hear roommate putzing around. i was suffering from a pretty decent hangover (dear bottle of wine last night: oops) and really wanted to let roommate deal with it and go back to sleep, but i didn't trust her to actually deal with anything. and i didn't want the cats to end up with hundreds of shards of glass stuck in their little feet as a result.

so i drag myself out of bed, throw both cats in my bedroom, and check out the kitchen. roommate is standing there, doing her own thing, ignoring the open cabinet and three shattered wine glasses right next to her. now, i know they're my cats, and my glasses, and my house. but when YOU leave the cabinet door open, and YOU allow the cats to jump up into it, and YOU are the one there when the wine glasses end up breaking, i'd think YOU would maybe do something other than ignore the situation. i went to get a broom, and as i started cleaning up the mess, instead of offering to help, she took her tea and shut herself back in her bedroom.

but. at least she is gone now. without giving me 30 days notice, but that's a whole other rant.

in other news, my credit card was apparently compromised, and several fraudulent charges were made on it this morning. GOOD TIMES IN THESE PARTS. i bet you wish you could come hang out with me today, eh? i'm a BARREL OF FUN.