Well, I got home from work on Friday and Tiger was on the couch, watching TV and playing WOW in his pjs. I asked him if he had been able to get a job. He said no and then went into this whole thing about how much he should not have put all his eggs in the UPS basket (my words, not his).
We had a chat about how he would have to leave the next day. He asked if he could leave his stuff here. I thought about it and told him he could leave it for a week, but that was it.
I got home on Saturday and couldn't tell if he had moved out or not. He shit was still all over the place. I finally figured out he was gone when his shower stuff was missing.
I went into his work today to see if he would come over after work to clean his stuff up (he didn't need to take it, but he did need to get it out of my way.) He got pissy at me, but he did show up.
A lot of his stuff is gone, the rest is in a pile in the guest room.
I'll see him again as he works on getting his stuff out of here, but I really don't expect to see him other than that.
Oh yeah, he is staying with his grandparents. He must have been really desperate for a place to live. He left their house 10 or so years ago.
Actually, it is kind of weird to be alone after all this time. He had been here for 8 weeks.
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