Just Perfect!

My roommate Katarine just stopped by my desk to tell me that she has been offered a job back in myrtle beach.
Just perfect.
They asked that her start date be June 15th, so now I get to look forward to being left alone in the Apt. of Pain with #1 and #2.
I call it the Apt. of Pain because I moved there right after my divorce, Katharine moved here because she wanted to break up with her then boyfriend. Stephanie moved here because of her emotional problems. And #2 is moving here because she moved in with her boyfriend and he was abusive.
Yay, for us.
Stephanie luckily does not have my cell phone number, though not for lack of trying. Oddly enough she has never asked me for it, just asked Jason, who realized that this was something I do not give out.
(At one Youth conference they Powers that Be decided to give out a directory of all the kids who attended. I check the box saying I didn't want my address and phone number made public to every freakish "I had a dream we were married with 8 children" boy who was attending. Interestingly enough later that day Megan asked me what I had marked and told me she had marked the same thing. Whew!)
Not to mention I hardly ever answer it, anyway.
SO Stephanie has taken to calling Katharine at work sobbing and wanting to "talk" not understanding that when Katharine said she doesn't handle such things well and didn't like it, that she was serious. (she has given her several resource # to call without effect.)
Stephanie has now taken a shine to Jason and calls him when she feel the need to talk.
With out Katharine here who do you think she will start talking too!
That's right. Me. This is not a job I want. I have no interest in listening to a 20 year old cry on my shoulder. I don't want new friends. I don't want to "bond" with her- she interrupts me when I'm talking as well as talks over movies, she laughs after each and ever sentence and she moves my things.
(ask Jason about that one.)
And starting this weekend I've got someone sharing my bathroom! #2 apparently smokes as well- last weekend when she was painting (guess what I learned, that if you mix a lot of vanilla extract into the paint, it doesn't smell. No I didn't learn from this girl.) she lit up a cigarette in the apt. Katharine corrected her quickly.
I am unhappy.
But it's great for Katharine.