One of my biggest complaints now that I’m a grownup is that grownups don’t act as grown up as I was led to believe they are. This may be because I’m in a female-dominated profession and women can bring the crazy like no other, but I think I just may have been duped or deluded for most of my youth. I thought that there was a certain point where you just grow up. You start wearing a suit to work, disciplining children (not even just your own), buying property, and the wisdom acquired from doing those things made you a thoughtful and reasonable person.
I’m finding that that is not the case at all, and now I’m mad at grownups in general.
Of course, this blog is not entitled I’m mad at grownups, it’s entitled Why I’m a hypocrite (see above). I’m a hypocrite because for all of my bitching to any poor sucker who happens to be within earshot about how lame and immature adults are (and how that’s the opposite of adult); I’m currently embroiled in a cold war with the woman who lives one floor above me about our shared laundry space.
The scenario:
Mr. and Mrs. Upstairs are subletting the apartment on the 3rd floor while my landlord is off on sabbatical. Mr. and Mrs. Upstairs are from London and are unfailingly polite/ slightly condescending in that way that only English people can be. Initially, Gentleman Scholar and I wanted to please them desperately and show them, somehow, that we too drink copious amounts of tea and have opinions about biscuits, but we haven’t managed to succeed at this, and it’s time we call it a wash.
When Gentleman Scholar and I moved into our apartment two years ago, the only other person living in the building was Elderly Neighbor. Elderly Neighbor sends his laundry out, so we had the washer and dryer in the basement to ourselves. We were told by our former landlady, that the dryer runs off of the 2nd floor’s (our) electricity. To make it fair for everyone to use the laundry, the other tenants would leave $1 for each tumble for the 2nd floor people to take. Works for me.
When landlord (new landlord) sent us an email detailing his exotic sabbatical trip and giving us some info on our new subletting neighbors, he included the line “I told them about the washing machine.” This made no sense to me, so I ignored it, and continued to ignore it until Mrs. Upstairs came knocking on my door one afternoon asking why I plugged the washing machine into 3rd floor’s outlet.
I blinked at her like a moron until she explained that we were supposed to plug the washer into our outlet (neatly labeled) when we were using it, and she would plug the washer into her outlet when she was using it. So that’s what the line in the email meant. Then I explained to her about the issue with the dryer, and I thought we were fast friends.
Then her husband started leaving the back door to the building unlocked and sometimes wide open, on more occasions than I can count. I never see him, so I mentioned to Mrs. Upstairs that while we live in a safe-ish neighborhood, we also live in a neighborhood with a lot of burglary, and I’ve already been robbed–didn’t like it. She was contrite, I felt like a total Hall Monitor, but her husband continued to not lock the door. I then emailed landlord who was in a Chinese hospital with dengue fever, and he said he’d email then with a gentle reminder.
After that, it was just one tiny thing after another. These are mostly petty grievances that I feel like a crazy person bringing up, but that really irk me nonetheless.
- Mrs. Upstairs does a ton of laundry, and only puts a dollar in for the dryer for about every four tumbles.
- They only dig out their own car in the winter and didn’t help with any of the common areas or the sidewalk. There was actually an exact line where they dug their car out just enough so they could leave. We dug out my car and that of Elderly Neighbor, and shoveled the sidewalks.
- They keep shutting off the lightswitch to the outside motion sensor light, so when I come home from work at 10:30, I have to fumble for my keys in the dark.
- They piled a bunch of baby accessories up against our storage space door, then when we moved it out of the way, they put it back.
- They left a length of hose lying in the middle of the basement floor for a week, and then set it on my treadmill (that’s just baffling–we have no yard).
I’m sure they have plenty of stuff to be irked with us about too, but now my big grievance is that Mrs. Upstairs has started, inexplicably, using my laundry soap.
I noticed this the other day because the cap on mine was missing. For some reason, she apparently fills the cap with soap and throws that in the wash with the clothes. I took her clothes out of the washer to put in mine, and replaced the cap. Later on that day, cap was off again and this time is lying on the dirty floor. Afer consulting with Jewish Friend, I decided not to knock on Mrs. Upstair’s door and ask why she’s using my soap, but instead secreted it away in our storage space.
I’m contemplating leaving a passive-aggressive post-it on the outside light that they keep turning off, but I’m not sure how far I want to take this. With each further action, I hate myself a little more. When I was hiding the laundry soap away in the storage space, all I could think was “Why am I doing this? Who does this!?!?” But it’s my soap! If she needed to use some, she should have asked!
Maybe I’m spending too much time at home? Maybe the rules of libraryland have started to affect my downtime, or maybe you just shouldn’t help yourself to other peoples’ laundry soap and then leave the cap on the ground.
Addendum: Turns out satire once again nails it.
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June 13, 2011 at 10:53 am
Paula
We once had a tenant pee in our laundry soap! Same guy who left his dead pollution mobile in the driveway for weeks. I had to subtly imply that I was going to mention his sham marriage to the INS to get him to move out.
I know someone else who solved this problem by adding some blue RIT to their detergent. 🙂
June 13, 2011 at 12:19 pm
Melanie
Since your landlord has put himself in a position of not being able to deal with this, my suggestion would be to purchase a grounded extension cord for the dryer so that 3rd Floor can move it to their own outlet, and then explain this new policy to them. Then deduct the expense from your rent and inform the landlord of why.
June 13, 2011 at 1:30 pm
Joel Hagen
Here are some places to start/not start if you go the hostile note route. http://www.someecards.com/2011/05/13/the-most-entertaining-obnoxious-or-completely-insane-notes-written-to-neighbors
June 13, 2011 at 1:52 pm
projectbrandirandi
The light thing would bug me, but since that isn’t costing you money, let it go. My outdoor light doesn’t really work, so I bought a 79 cent mini flashlight at Benny’s to put on my keychain. It worked until I dropped my keys in the ocean for an extended amount of time.
However, I completely don’t blame you for locking up your laundry detergent. That stuff costs money! (Now I sound crazy and old, too.)
I like both Melanie and Paula’s ideas though! (My michevious evil side especially likes Paula’s with the dye…but that may be taking a step too far. Do Melanie’s idea first.)
June 13, 2011 at 4:08 pm
NateNate
Don’t worry about being a hypocrite. Everyone does it. It’s part of being an adult, as far as I’ve been able to figure.
But, you’re neighbors are being total dicks. I say, put a flaming bag of poop in front of their door and call it even.
June 15, 2011 at 9:01 pm
Annabelle and Oscar
Dude, I don’t know what it means to be a grown-up. I think that once we’ve stopped picking our noses AND eating the boogers, we’ve grown up. Grown ups is just a title to throw at kids as a reason to make them do what you want. I don’t think you can technically be a grown up unless there is someone under the age of 10 in the room. It’s kind of funny that once we hit the magic age and become adults, aka grown ups, we are no longer labeled immature, rather, we become assholes, douches and bitches if we act in a certain manner. It would seem as if your neighbors act in this manner.
Now, my angry side is saying that you need to confront these people and tell them what’s up, or leave a note at the light, disable the dryer so that only you can use it (mwahaha) and as mentioned above put dye in your laundry soap. I became very pissed off on your behalf just reading about their rudeness. Of course, when it comes time to take action, my meek side will win out and I will smile politely, slink away and think very nasty thoughts. That’ll show ’em!