Interview tomorrow, it’s pretty important. Determines my moving out status among other things. Nobody could take the time to lend me a hand so I’d be prepared for it and left their dirty, wet clothes in the washer and dryer so I couldn’t wash my load of INTERVIEW CLOTHES in time. Nobody even took the time to wish me good luck.
Fuck you guys, too. Appreciate your help, hope you don’t wonder why I hate living here.