Acting like adults

I think the car ordeal is more or less behind us. The guy downstairs was taking the dog out when I was walking in last night, but I was on the phone telling my friend she could come get her car. We gave each other an awkward hello and I said the car would be gone within the hour. Then I continued on my way still on the phone. I immediately made a second phone call to RSVP for a party when there was a knock on my door. He had brought up my mail for me. I finished up my call and we sort of talked things out. I was way nicer than I had to be, but frankly prolonging any sort of feud is not worth my time or my effort. I made it clear that the slab is meant for two cars and one of the spots is mine. I said sorry again. We both agreed that we didn't want to have a poor neighbor relationship and it would all be in the past. Hopefully the girlfriend who was the problem in the first place feels the same way. I wouldn't mind an apology either since I've apologized tenfold and didn't technically do anything wrong.

And then we go back to 4th grade

Last night two of my coworkers crashed at my place after the three of us went to a concert. Since the parking slab behind my place is meant for two cars and one of those spots is technically mine, I told my friend to park her car back there. I was sure to tell her to park as close to the garbage cans as she could so that my neighbor downstairs could fit her car in. Seems normal, right? Last night around midnight my neighbor came stomping up the stairs to complain about someone being in her spot. Ok fine, there normally is no other car there so ok. I apologize and say I'll move my car to the street or the slab since it's smaller and she can park in my spot in the garage for the night. Ok fine. So I head outside, leaving the back door open behind me. After a few minutes it becomes obvious that she's not coming out to move her car at the same time as me. I go ahead and park on the street and assume she'll move it later. Instead of parking on the street or squeezing onto the parking slab, she has parked my friend in. Fast forward to 5:30 a.m.: the car is still there. After much hassle, I track down the guy who lives downstairs phone number from my landlord and politely ask if he can give her a call and ask her to move the car, as my friend needs to go to work. He tells me he'll call, but she won't move it because she's mad I didn't move the car last night. What!?! How was I going to move the car when she was blocking it?! As of 10:45 the car still had not been moved but my friend had her boyfriend pick her up. If the car is still there at 6 when I get home tonight, I will once again politely ask them to move it if they are home. If they are not, the city will be called.

Oh, and did I mention my neighbors are in their late 20s-early 30s? Yes, they are actiling like they are 10.

Shower woes

The shower in my bathroom has a door on it instead of a shower curtain. I've come to despise this door. It's not a shower stall; it's a bathtub. While the door does serve its purpose of keeping the shower water inside the tub/shower area and off my bathroom floor, it poses a number of other problems. Let me tell you about those problems.

First up, it makes a seemingly easy job of cleaning a shower about ten times more difficult than it really should be. In order to clean the back end of the tub and shower I need to climb in there. Enter sub problem No. 1. My shower head/tub faucet drips. My landlord claims it's such a little amount of water that it's fine because they'd have to remove an outside wall to fix it or something. I'm not sure I buy this, but he's paying for the water, not me so whatever. Back to my original point though. So when I have to climb in it's always all wet because even though I may not have taken a shower for 12 hours, water is constantly dripping.

Next on the list is related to this same cleaning problem. All along the track of the doors is mildewy and moldy. I try to combat the mold every time I clean my bathroom, but it sort of grosses me out and I usually have a limited supply of paper towels. This is just gross. I'm thinking about asking my landlord if we can take the doors off and put a curtain rod up in its place.

The third problem is less disgusting. If I ever wanted to actually take a bath, I couldn't really. Well I could, but the though of being closed in like that really makes me uncomfortable so I choose not to. I rarely have the desire to take a bath, so this isn't a huge deal. However, it would be nice to have the option in the event that I ever do want to take one.

In unrelated news: I've got a case for Encyclopedia Brown. While doing some laundry Sunday some how the wash tub my washing machine empties into got clogged by a pillow case, slightly flooding the basement, messing up the wash cycle and leaving me entirely perplexed. Where did the pillow case come from? Did I drop it in there and not realize it before hitting start? Did it get sucked up through the drainage tube? I have no idea. The second attempt at laundry was successful and nothing was flooded or backed up.