the passionate ailurophile

Well, it’s not been a bad day at all. I did wake up feeling like shit today, but that was because I had trouble sleeping. All of the damned hospital shit, as well as worrying about the electric bill crap, just totally did me in.

Maybe the electric bill will be there when we hit the Good Post Office tomorrow. I hope so. I just want to pay the damned thing before our trip, so they don’t shut it off while we’re gone.

And no more doctors called here today. Nobody called…I had a day of relative peace for a change. I’ll find out later if anyone called Mike at work.

The only non-peaceful part of the day was this guy named Brian. Brian is a cousin of the landladies, and they hire him to do repairs in the building. He works cheap, and I know why…because he sucks. The last time they had him doing work here was maybe twelve years ago, when they replaced our front door. It really DID need replacing. This was before Mike came along. Anyway, it took Brian ALL FLOOPIN’ DAY just to hang the door, and even then, he did a lousy job of it. Mike said so when he saw it.

There are two reasons why it takes Brian so long to do anything. First of all, he’s not a real carpenter or anything, he’s just some unemployed doofus who happens to be related to the landladies. He hasn’t a clue as to what he’s supposed to be doing. If Mike had been around at the time, he would have just opted to hang the door himself, as he actually knows what he’s doing. It probably would have been a lot faster, and better done.

The other reason Brian takes forever is that he has to take many, many smoke breaks a day. Just during the hanging of the door, he must have smoked about three packs of cigarettes…then he had to to go to the Skeevy Corner Store to buy more. Also, he kept lighting up inside my apartment, which is something I never allowed, even before Mike (who is allergic to ciggie smoke) came along). I had to keep telling him that if he HAD to smoke, to do it outside. But he kept lighting up inside anyway. Finally, I complained to the landladies, and now we have an agreement that if something needs to be fixed, I can get my own person to fix it on my schedule, and they’ll pay. Actually, now Mike just fixes things when they break, so we don’t hit them up for pricey repairs.