Metro North Board crumbles under the pressure - NYC 2005 Transit Strike
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Hello again!
I took a few days off from the inernets to sleep and watch TV and clean the apartment. In the week or so since I broke for the holidays I feel like I'e sufficiently decompressed. I don't know how anyone functions at work during this time. I think we should all just take off, European style.
Another reason why I want to leave my apartment:
A few days ago I was in the laundry room putting my clothes in a washing machine. The laundry room is in the basement, as is my apartment. The transit strike was still on, so a lot of people were home and likely doing their laundry.
When the machines and dryers are used a lot, heat builds up. To make matters worse, the laundry room is pretty much just an oversized closet with no ventilation. The easiest way to cool the room down is to leave the door open and let the heat empty out into the hall. Naturally this makes the basement apartments very warm. Longtime bottom-dwellers such as myself accept this quirk of basement apartment living and thus wear tank tops and light pants when doing laundry.
Anyway, as I was loadng the machine a man, about 40 or so, pulled the door shut behind me and went into his apartment. It was no less than 100 degrees in the laundry room. Was this guy some sort of a masochist? What kind of a person closes the door on someone who's in a room that you could literally boil water in? I started the machines, opened the door and forgot about it.
About 40 minutes later I was back in the laundry room, seperating my clothes and putting some in the dryer. It was hot and had it been socially acceptable, I would have been doing the job in my bra and underwear. Out of no where the creepy, 40 something guy came into the laundry room and said, "I have to ask you to close the door. It make me apartment hot."
I said. "I can't do that. It's 100 degrees in here and I'm not going to pass out just because you don't like a little heat."
He said, "It makes my apartment hot. You have to close the laundry room door."
I said. "Not my problem. I didn't design the building. Talk to the super."
So here's the best part: The creepy 40-something quickly turned and went back into his apartment, slamming the door behind him...pouting like a little girl with a skinned knee.
My building and its tenants have reached new levels of suck. Does anyone have a lead on a space on Spring Street? East side?
In the meantime, have a great holiday everyone, whether you're opening presents or eating Chinese food.
