Love the skirt, Teppy!

Pix, yuk. At least you were heading towards the shower, rather than away from it, I suppose.

Today I love my research, and my work generally. Always nice!

(but I'm trying to remember that in mental health terms, progress rarely goes in a direct 'up' line)

More like NEVER, IME.

Good luck with the crip pride. Something else that doesn't go in a straight line, I'm guessing. It's hard on you, but it is human nature to stare and comment about things that are outside of their experience. Hopefully working with you will expand their horizons.

Stepping in a giant puddle of cat urine on the bathroom floor as you head for the shower.

Combining that with the corset discussion, Bella once expressed her displeasure with the state of the litter box by hopping in a bag I had open on the floor and peeing on my corset. Which thankfully was only a $30 Charlotte Russe deal, b/c it had to be thrown away.

OMG, this landlording thing is killing me. One of the tenants is still living there, there was some sort of domestic incident so that the babydaddy isn't there anymore. She's been totally unreachable for months, and when some extra money was dangled in front of her, got back in touch with me and hasn't connected with the property manager.

Now, the property manager has no tolerance for her shenanigans, which is annoying for me because I get a zillion texts and emails and calls. The babydaddy got in touch and was super nice but there's not much he can do, it seems.

Now I get a letter from my condo neighbor's lawyer, and I just do not know what to do.

So, I'm transferring over to the law school to start a new job there. It would be a good thing, except that the dean has a habit of making promises that he can't/doesn't keep. One circle of hell to another, basically. Oh, well, at least I'm employed.

Good luck on the job change, Vortex.

Nora, that is a very stressful situation. I wish I had something more useful to say.

Ugh, Nora. Good luck, that's totally stressful.

Can't help with the fashion tips. Or the cat urine. Or the tenants. Sorry.

Good luck with the new job, Vortex.

Ugh, Nora.

Good luck, Vortex! What is the new job? Goodness, I wish I could get you in front of our Dean for a job, because she'd love you. I even have one in mind if the total screw-up who has it now would just . . . leave.

Yeah, I just don't know what to do. It's a mess.

I don't know if the property managers are in fact dropping the ball or if my tenants and neighbors are crazy (which I'm quite willing to believe.) I just don't know how to exert any influence on the situation given the craziness of the stakeholders and the very strong tenants laws in MA.

Isn't the point of a property manager that you don't get all those emails and calls? Man.

I wish I had anything constructive to offer.

Good luck, Vortex.