stupidity
I. hate. the. people. I. live. with.
So I go over to the laundry room about 8:20 and put a load of clothes in to wash. Everything seems groovy; the washing machine starts right up and hums merrily as I exit the building. Moops and I run to the grocery on North Parade for snacks for our trip to Cambridge tomorrow, and once we get back, we go back over to the laundry room to put my clothes in the dryer. Only, the hallway is flooded and the sub-dean and some other guy are mopping up water. The sub-dean tells me that some toolbox used a washing machine that broke on Friday and which clearly had a "DO NOT USE" sign on it. He asks me, suspiciously, which washing machine I used, but of course I'm not a total moron and don't generally use machines marked "DO NOT USE", so he doesn't yell at me or anything, but when I ask him when I might be able to get my clothes, he gives me this look that says "never, you fool" and says he'll "let me know in about half an hour". Half an hour comes and goes with no word, so after about fifteen more minutes I go back to investigate, and things are hunky dorey again, with the exception of the machine in question, which is filled up to the top with water. So I hate two people I live with. The person who used the offending machine, obviously, but also the sub-dean, who made an empty promise to let me know when things were ok when clearly he doesn't even know my name and couldn't possibly keep such a promise. Oy.
Ok, end of rant.
So I go over to the laundry room about 8:20 and put a load of clothes in to wash. Everything seems groovy; the washing machine starts right up and hums merrily as I exit the building. Moops and I run to the grocery on North Parade for snacks for our trip to Cambridge tomorrow, and once we get back, we go back over to the laundry room to put my clothes in the dryer. Only, the hallway is flooded and the sub-dean and some other guy are mopping up water. The sub-dean tells me that some toolbox used a washing machine that broke on Friday and which clearly had a "DO NOT USE" sign on it. He asks me, suspiciously, which washing machine I used, but of course I'm not a total moron and don't generally use machines marked "DO NOT USE", so he doesn't yell at me or anything, but when I ask him when I might be able to get my clothes, he gives me this look that says "never, you fool" and says he'll "let me know in about half an hour". Half an hour comes and goes with no word, so after about fifteen more minutes I go back to investigate, and things are hunky dorey again, with the exception of the machine in question, which is filled up to the top with water. So I hate two people I live with. The person who used the offending machine, obviously, but also the sub-dean, who made an empty promise to let me know when things were ok when clearly he doesn't even know my name and couldn't possibly keep such a promise. Oy.
Ok, end of rant.