Nice.

Welp. The day is finally almost fucking here. I have been too busy to post not been able to post because my replacement is in full force all over my old work area. He (yep, he) is the new Mariah and prepped and primed to do what I do. Okay, not really because 1. he doesn't listen and 2. he is borderline retarded when we are in the same room and I give him tasks to do. Seriously. Borderline. Retarded. Dude is smart and capable and etc etc bullshit bullshit- but when I say "Print out everything regarding this that is less than 6 pages" and you stare blankly at the screen, finally pull up a document, and say "This one is 4 pages. Do you want me to print it?" Motherfuckingfucker. 30 seconds ago I gave you directions for this. THIRTY SECONDS AGO. *headdesk* He just wears me out, and only 2 more half days are left for me to get through without bitch-slapping his n00b ass across the room. I am 97.82% certain I could make him cry though. Am I the only person who rates things like that?

I got a call back from TTU today re: the job I interviewed for last week. They wanted to know why I took my coworker off my reference list, so I got to tell them the lovely story about that fucking mess. It went well. My potential employer was like "Oh. Well. I absolutely see why." They then apparently proceeded to call all my references so I must have done a bang up job explaining that shit. Go me. 

As far as the actual move, my entire closet [READ: hanging clothes, not shoes so... nvm] has been moved to Cookeville and hung upon the beautiful racks in closet room. Closet room is just as beautiful as I thought it would be. Murray accompanied me this time for a test run as well, which left me being a nervous wreck all goddamn weekend. My makeshift SUV was packed to the brim, Murray included...

"Srsly? Whore..."

He was such a good boy the whole trip there. He wasn't really as uncomfortable as he seems. Okay. He was. Because he is a 20lb mammoth of a mancat stuffed in a travel cage. He just doesn't really fit. Like normal litterboxes... that's why he sometimes shits on the outside. Bless his heart. Upon arrival, he checked the place out, found it sufficient, and settled right the fuck in.

Wut.

He also decided he liked the XXL window ledge (JUST LIKE HIM) for the tiny window (trust me, it make sense and works and is true) and spent most of his time there. Well, when he wasn't rolling around in the floor and staring down random bugs. He essentially acted like a boy. A big, fluffy boy, but nevertheless- a boy. 

So since the majority of this has been about my cat, and Teen Mom is also on, I should probably end right here. I should probably also hope Boyfrand doesn't actually read this (yeah right) and realize he's not only dating, but invited an old cat lady to move in with him. Thing is, I believe 1. He does realize this, and 2. I think he kinda likes it. So here is the old cat lady signing off. I drink whiskey too, so that ups my 'not a fucking loser' security by like what- 8%? Sure. That works for me.