I've done nothing this week, aside from knitting and I finally decided to do laundry to surprise Matt when he gets home. First load, and the washer leaks EVERYWHERE.
Oh, but it gets better. The office is closed today for some "function" they're having. So I called it in as "emergency maintenance". Hey, the line says flooding constitutes an emergency. It's been half an hour or so. Haven't heard anything back. It would be nice if they would at least call back and say they don't consider that an emergency.
But it looks like he'll just come home to sorted piles of laundry. At least the sheets got washed.
(And on a completely unrelated note, I'm dying to figure out what my upstairs neighbors have that sounds like a garage door opening! I've heard it a few times now. Makes me feel like my parents are home and I should stop doing what I'm doing or else I'll get in trouble. Pavlov, anyone?)
Oh, but it gets better. The office is closed today for some "function" they're having. So I called it in as "emergency maintenance". Hey, the line says flooding constitutes an emergency. It's been half an hour or so. Haven't heard anything back. It would be nice if they would at least call back and say they don't consider that an emergency.
But it looks like he'll just come home to sorted piles of laundry. At least the sheets got washed.
(And on a completely unrelated note, I'm dying to figure out what my upstairs neighbors have that sounds like a garage door opening! I've heard it a few times now. Makes me feel like my parents are home and I should stop doing what I'm doing or else I'll get in trouble. Pavlov, anyone?)