Ex-Roommate Alert!

So, my ex-roommate showed up at the restaurant last night. It was bound to happen. She always was the type of person to gravitate towards money and latch on like a parasite.

I successfully evaded her. Hooray for Y.E.L.R.A.!

I'm not ashamed of my job. It's just that I would have to be nice to her and play catch up as if either one of us cared. Plus, all I could see myself saying is, "um... yeah... so, like, I'm a restroom attendant right now." I didn't want to go through the whole rigmarole about how I'm just doing this so I can finish school and yada yada yada. I don't need to prove myself to people I don't care about.