Ok, so I'm finally getting around to washing all the laundry that's stacked up over the past week. Plus all the sheets and pillow cases. We have 2 washers and 2 dryers for the entire building. I figured I could push through 4 loads and then wait on the rest to let someone else in there.

Now I have to wash 2 of those 4 over again. Why? Because our fucking landlord doesn't believe us when we go out of our way to let them know there's something broken. See, last weekend Mike's mom tried to do a load in the smaller washing machine. She came upstairs to let us know that it wasn't working (no water). So we call the landlords. Figure the problem is solved.

Today, I go down and do my loads. I always use warm water. At the end of the first round, I reach into the small washer and notice that the clothes are surprisingly hot (plus there's a strong wet dog smell). I shrug and set them aside as only one of the dryers was free.

I start up the second batch, warm water again and nearly scald myself putting the detergent in. I switch it over to cold - no water - no rinse cycle.

See this is the thing. Mike's mom washes everything in cold water. In other words the fucking washer is still broken.

Also, the way I know that they don't believe us when we say that something is broken is from Fritz, the handyman. He was in and out trying to get our oven to work, and he's a chatty fellow. I mentioned to him that the buzzer wasn't working, after we had told our landlords. He told me that she had said "how do we know it's broken?".

*sighs* On one hand it's nice to have landlords that aren't nosy shits. But hell, when we take the time to ask them to fix something that is not our responsibility to fix, maybe they could believe us?