Did laundry today and putting my clothes away, I notice a Christmas sweatshirt missing. Roommate cracking jokes asks what is wrong since I am not laughing. I can't figure out where it is. Wore it just before Christmas so has to be in my dirty laundry baskets, but it's not here. He starts looking around and I try to remember last time I saw it. Then he thinks I'm blaming him for it. No, I don't beleive he went through my dirty laundry and stole my sweatshirt. Why would want a fat lady's sweatshirt decorated for Christmas? After 15 minutes of searching the house, I finally recall removing clothes and laying them on the floor to sort the light and dark colors. Roommate rushed to the laundry room and found the sweatshirt on the floor. I had to comfort him and assure that I was not accusing him of tealing my sweatshirt. It was more like lying your phone and can't recall where you put it.
Roommate had good news. He got a job at a gas station. He has been complaining my dishwasher doesn't clean very well and thinks it's clogged. Use my new drain snakes, but I need a new dishwasher or a plumber. I can afford neither. Have to go to work and can't deal with it right now. Supervisor said the hotel was considering hiring a part time person in accounting. I thought for a moment and replied I didn't want to work with the accountant. Very antisocial person. She walks by with her down as if she is trying to be invisible to me. They also said the new sales coordinator looks at their phone a lot and has a bad attitude. Yeah, they hired this person instead because they had experience. Supervisor doesn't think they will last very long.
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