Moving Day, Part 2

Yesterday went from good, to bad, to kinda good. Today was just bad.

It all started when I did a load of laundry. After about 15 minutes into the wash cycle, I went to check how things were going. When I opened the door to the laundry closet, foul-smelling smoke poured into the apartment. I turned off the washer and called maintenance. While it took a while, I finally got a visit from the buildings maintenance supervisor, who told me they would swap the washer/dryer unit out tomorrow, and until then, opened up a vacant apartment so I could actually wash some clothes. When I finally emptied my washer, I discovered a maybe a hundred screws in the bottom of the washer — most in a plastic bag, but many scattered on the bottom of the drum. Obviously the person who installed the unit "forgot" that he was using my unit as hardware storage. I'm just guessing, but I suspect that might have had something to do with my washer catching on fire.

Worst part, though, was the failure of my second cable guy to come and do the installation. I wasted five hours in an apartment without chairs (that's hard on the legs and ass, by the way), and was forced to miss a Chinese New Year's dinner at a good friends. Plus, no cable. Shit.

Tomorrow is another day. Let's hope it's a better day.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the box of glasses that fell to the ground in the Target parking lot and exploded into a $14.99 pile of shards, but I didn't want to bore you.