Arrgh!!
Okay, I need a new habitation, like right now, because my landlord has officially waved good-bye to sanity. I just went to the kitchen to find a sheet of paper that says he is surprised to have to repeatedly tell me that I should leave the kitchen like I've found it (And that I shouldn't have put the spaghetti into the biological waste, but I won't even acknowledge that absurdity...) - well, you would think I'd left a right mess there, wouldn't you? Umm, no, actually there was a chopping board and a knife, that's all. And I fully intended to wash them before going to bed, I just wanted to eat first, so that I could wash my plate together with the two other things...
What does one do with such people??
What does one do with such people??