Ouch-8s
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008, 10:26 PM
QUOTE (speedz99 @ Tuesday, February 26th, 2008, 8:10 PM)

Stop taking baths.
And send the landlady a letter outlining all of your complaints. Tell her you've spoken to a lawyer who advised you that if she doesn't fix these basic problems within two weeks you should have it done yourself and take the bill out of your next month's rent, and she'll have no say in how much the work costs. Be nice about it and say that you'd much rather she just get it taken care of so you don't have to escalate the situation, but don't let her keep fucking you over.
i had a similar situation arise when i was in university - the house we rented was supposed to come with laundry facilities, when we arrived, there were none. after a month or more of harrassing the landlord (who we called Crazy Bob), and repeated promises from him that he was going to buy a set, but was just waiting for a good deal to show up used in the paper or something, we gathered every single piece of laundry in the house, every piece of clothing, all the sheets, towels, even the drapes, and took them to the drycleaners/laundry service down the street, and had them send him the bill.
it was huge.
he showed up ranting and raving, and tried to get me to pay it. i explained that if he had installed laundry machines like he was supposed to then this never would have happened. he showed up that weekend with a coin-op set, which was not allowed per the lease, so as soon as he left, i popped the coin mech off and we had our free laundry for the year. he never said anything about the broken coin mech either, although i assume he must have come by at some point to try and collect the quarters (the machines were in a common mudroom for the 3 apartments, unsecured).
once that was settled, he actually turned out to be a decent landlord; friendly, not bothersome, and reasonably understanding about slightly late payments from perpetually broke college students. he was an accountant and even helped us with our taxes for free. i ended up living there for 3 years, and then in january of the 4th i dropped out and moved to Whistler. i gave him 2 months notice/rent, and Crazy Bob flipped. FLIPPED. he demanded that i pay until the end of my lease, etc etc etc. i laughed and left his office - on the way out his assistant, bug-eyed, asked if he was going to shut the office down due to *another* nervous breakdown and cursed that she had a lot of holiday bills to pay.
i left town that afternoon, and not until that summer did i find out that Crazy Bob had done my buddy's taxes for him that April and tried to KEEP HIS REFUND and get Jaime to get me to pay him off, so that, in Crazy Bob's mind, everybody paid/got paid what was owed. Me, Jaime, the police, and Mrs Crazy Bob didn't agree. his accounting office was closed down, his wife left him, and when i finally drove past the place a few years later and saw all new paint, new windows, new garage, and a mowed lawn, i assumed he lost the house too, obviously to someone who wasn't as cheap and who was taking care of it.
the moral of the story is simply don't f
uck with my laundry.