Mmmm, dryer tea

So, weird landlord already knew I was sick. I went downstairs to do laundry and weird landlord wants to chat. I have no energy to fight it and somehow stumble through some laundry room chit-chat. As I’m putting my dirty clothes into the machine, weird landlord’s (disconcerting) sympathetic dead-fish gaze was upon me, accompanied by a smirk that sent an icy-cold chill coursing down my spine (definitely not from my cold). All this interspersed with a light peppering of his special weird landlord glances toward the ceiling!

Like my clothes, I wanted to be clean too so when I got back to my apartment I followed up with a shower in a turtleneck sweater and thick, grey jogging pants. (looking at weird landlord makes me wish there was no such thing as nudity) Hey, if I just shower like that from now on, no more need to visit the laundry room! 

I went back downstairs to put my clothes in the dryer. Guess what’s waiting for me on top of the dryer? A note along with a variety of teas. Why no picture you ask? Weird landlord walked into the laundry room before the door even swung closed and because he eavesdrops to hear when I’m back in the laundry room so he can either ‘coincidentally’ end up in the hallway as I walk through or find something he needs to do in the laundry room, aside from creeping me out. (he lives in an illegal suite right beside the laundry room which I think is actually a storage closet) I didn’t have my camera with me anyway. I should know better and always have it with me while venturing out into the hallways of Mackenzie Manor. Would’ve been a great picture to share with you.

The tea selection included echinacea and some type of mucous-drying blend. Lovely! However, I opted not to partake. I wish I could just see it as the nice gesture it was meant to be but somehow I can’t escape the images of him fondling the tea and having a conversation with it as he inserts something insidious into the package.

It’s laundry day again today. I wonder how long I could wear the same clothes without washing them?

Dear doorstop diary

Looks pretty ‘weird landlord’ normal at first glance, right?

The usual, clearly laid out instructions.

A thank you and the trademark smiley face.
A line to make sure you don’t get the two mixed up.

No message on the back (yet) but the line continues quite nicely all the way over.

I was full of glee when I saw the doorstop at first. Then, was flipping it around to take pictures of what I already found to be highly entertaining and voila…

…what might be the first doorstop diary entry ever in history.
(mouse over the pics for some additional commentary!)

Can’t stop singing “Let’s all go to the lobby, with a doorstop from the laundry”
to this…

…and now the tune will be wedged in your head too! You are welcome.

Landlord dumpster-diving: a retrospective

I threw out a metal computer stand. The next day it appeared in the laundry room on the “shelf”.

I just noticed it in the “Master ‘shelf’ improviser” picture. It’s right beside the laundry log.

Please forgive my initial oversight, there is much to assimilate around here.

Laundry log reloaded

Was reminiscing about “Hey look, it’s a laundry log!” and realized a closer look was in order.

For one thing, look at this stunning use of colour and asymmetry.

Ok, now for the laundry log reloaded quandary…

As the lovely arrow so clearly points out, we the residents, are welcome to use cleaning supplies OTHER than those on this “shelf”.  Hey great, thanks!

There are no other cleaning supplies anywhere else in the laundry room.

Hey look, it’s a laundry log!

Awww c’mon, why can’t I touch the log sitting on the “shelf” in the laundry room?

Master “shelf” improviser

So this is a shelf? Oh.

There’s a pink dumbbell on the “shelf” too.
Seriously, what the hell is going on here?