So far while I've been here, I've broken the washing machine (well, I thought I did, turns out it can only handle small loads) and I've also cut back on my smoking quite a bit. No smoking in the house here unless we're all drunk, which doesn't happen often, so as it is, I've made a pack last all week when normally I smoke a pack every two days. This is good news, both for my health, and for my empty wallet.
Job interview has come and gone. I walked into the room yesterday only to find out I was being interviewed by three people, a man and two women. They asked me some questions I didn't know the answer to, but I did my best to emphasize that I am just a young pup fresh out of university, and that I am willing and able to learn quickly. I did have them all laughing a couple of times, so maybe my shining personality will win me a few points. I'll either get it or I won't, so now I just wait and see. When I left, I walked right into some woman's office, thinking it was the stairs. Not my brightest moment.
I am starting to feel more at home here, and the feeling like I am leaving in a couple of days has faded almost to nothing. I have my own space in the bathroom and I do dishes and eat and all the normal stuff. I haven't been sleeping well, because The Boyfriend's bed is so uncomfortable, and his giant cat has taken a liking to me and now sleeps by my side (hogs the bed), and both the cat and The Boyfriend snore quite loudly. Ideally, my bed will be here next weekend, then we're moving into the other bedroom, where there is more space and more closets. More than likely, Giant Cat will still sleep pressed up against me, but at least the mattress will be soft.
All in all, I am very happy here. Four cats, quiet neighborhood, big backyard, people that clean up after themselves... Who knew I could be so happy living with a guy who thinks it's funny to wait until I'm spooning him before farting?
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