Damn upstairs tub

The third-floor tenant's bathtub is leaking again. I bought some stuff to fix it, but it doesn't adhere to the cheap vinyl the tub's made out of. The previous owners built the third-floor apartment as cheaply as possible. This means that they put in a tub that is impossible to completely seal, and which therefore repeatedly damages the second-floor kitchen ceiling.

Dropped off a "why you want me as a bartender" letter to the restaurant downtown

Someone's building a new restaurant, called "The Blues Diner", in downtown Melrose. I wrote up a letter, which I reproduce behind this cut tag, to hand to them.

( the letter )

So, the owner was, in fact, there when I showed up, and I handed him my letter, and he read it, and said he'd pass it along to the guy doing the bar hiring.

I mean, I wouldn't be able to get work until they, like, finish the restaurant -- they're in the "just finished putting drywall and now putting up things that will be area dividers" stages, so, if I'm any judge, they're probably still a month or more away from opening. And his reaction gives me NO data as to whether I made a good or bad impression. But, well, I did actually get out there and give him the letter.

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It is amazing how poorly I deal with Lis being stressed. If I'm stressed, okay, I don't deal with that real well. But if Lis is stressed, I get dizzy, can't breathe, my muscles sieze up, and my vision goes fuzzy. Those are all "normal" symptoms of severe stress. But I get them when Lis is stressed, not me.