Si Vis Amari Ama

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For some people, a new day without a job may be a disheartening way start to their day. But for me, it's the total opposite. I'm free. Jobless. Maybe even broke for a while, but free. I'm not even sure I want to go into the bar around the corner of my old job and ask for a position.

But that nagging feeling of Mandy on my ass to get a job to pay my half of the rent pushes me to get the job soon. Just so I don't have to hear it from Mandy's annoying helium-filled voice itself.

So I'll manage to take these next few days as a short vacation. I mean, I've earned it haven't I?

Getting my ass out of bed, after having the best sleep after who knows how long, I got ready for, well. . .for what exactly? I didn't even know myself, but that's the excitement of it all. My possibilities are endless.

I ate breakfast without brushing my teeth before hand and flicked through the T.V. channels to see if there was anything good playing at—I took a moment to look at the clock by our dinning room and read the time—three thirty-five pm. Wow, I almost beat my all-time record. If I slept in for about thirty minutes more, I would have. Those were the good times.

As I was going through the channels, I came across a show about roommates, in which they were permanent roommates. Hence the title. Then I realized what I forgot yesterday.

Mandy, that little—okay. So, technically it wasn't entirely her fault, but she could have at least reminded me. I had to admit though, I noticed she lived up to part of her deal.

What deal you may ask? Well, we get inspections annually, rarely ever every three months. But luck wasn't on my side this year when I finally understood why the apartment was clean. Like super clean—on Mandy's part that is.

We made a deal the very first year we lived together. Whenever we'd get the warning letter for the inspection, as long as we did our part of the cleaning, whoever was at the apartment that day and had the free time, they'd clean up the main rooms. Rooms like the kitchen and dining room.

Mandy knows half the time I can't live up to the promise and I give her credit for bending over backwards to clean the rooms for me. But I do try my best to clean. Especially if, for some reason, a. . .friend of mine just so happens to mess up the apartment the day before.

So now, here I am, groaning as I clean my plate, leaving the comfortable and warm couch to clean my room and bathroom. And when I mean clean, I mean shove things where people overlook so I don't have to put much effort into it. Like for Pete's sake! I'm the one living here! Not them!

Doing just what I planned to do, I made sure to check my bank account so I had enough to pay off my part of the rent. Yeah, I was late on that too. What a surprise.

After finishing with our bathrooms, I changed into my workout clothes to go to the gym. I thought, why not. I need a gym day. You know, you've got to have that body strength when it comes to having some fun in the sheets.

I turned off most of the lights, leaving only the lamp shade on in the living room and headed out.

The drive to the gym was a little longer than usual since I, for some stupid reason, decided to go to a different gym rather than my go-to one and hit rush hour time, but nonetheless, I made it to my destination. Hello, gym, it's been a fat while.

I took out my refillable water bottle with a plastic water bottle because who knows how much I'll be dying during my workout. I'm serious, I don't even know myself.

I entered inside the gym to see it still lively at this hour. It wasn't overcrowded, but it wasn't completely empty either. The lady at the desk greeted me and asked if I had a membership or guest pass. I told her no, that it was my first time being here at this gym. But before I could answer again, a guy who looked like those gym rats on T.V. offered to pay for my visit.