So the washer broke today. I figured it was going to happen eventually. The landlord, for whatever reason, has never replaced this thing and it was on the verge of breaking anyway. The washer itself works, but the door was wonky, needing to be kick hard to get it to shut. Then the other day it needed to be sledge hammered in to shut properly and now today, after giving it one good kick, the door came right off, the hinges broken.
Will the landlord replace it? Not likely. Even if I told him he needs to. Somehow I think he has a responsibility to considering how many people rent here and also considering there isn’t a laundromat within 5 miles of here (which requires at least two transit rides to get to).
Needless to say, I’m a little pissed off. I’m on my last pair of clean pants…and I have to do the laundry. I officially hate this house. Yes, hate. I don’t know how one person can be so disorganized. It’s mind boggling.
So, if you have a room for rent, let me know. I may be moving pretty quick here, considering the conditions, what I’m paying for rent and utilities, and the company being kept here.
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