OH NO! I hope my little dog is alright! I hope he didn't get out and get hit by a train!

Today when I got home from toiling in the salt mines I was surprised to note that
A) A piece of my plastic shelf was in the middle of my living room floor. It wasn't there when I left---but, dog.
B) My hallway light was on. I don't leave lights on when I'm a work. I work the day shift. No reason to do that.
C) My shower curtain was pushed back. I close the shower curtain. It looks nicer.
D) Someone had been in my house.

My crazy landlady let someone into my house and didn't tell me. That is the sort of thing that justifies moving out without giving any sort of notice and immediately voids a lease. I don't actually have a lease, but if I did, she would have nullified it.
Then, the stupid woman, who was told by everyone and my mother that the toilet was fixing to fall through the fucking floor and major repairs needed done, sent someone over with a bleeding tube of caulk to fix the thing. Caulk. That's it. No wood. No floor repair. Nothing to patch up the big hole under my sink that has been created by some gnawing critter.
She sent some dude into my apartment (Where I keep my expensive neat stuff!) and he put some caulk around the toilet.

My dog! My little dog! My little gay dog! My dog let the guy in! Just 'Hey Buddy! Got any treats? Are you here to play with me? Wanna go for a walk?'

So. That was fun.

Work remains work related.
I can't complain t all. It's not perfect. But it's good.
I'm remaining cautious and chipper.
Well-as close to chipper as I am capable of being.
That is.
Not very.