She left just in time for my pot of water and milk to bubble over on the stove, causing a smokey, burnt mess. Awesome.
Ever since she told me she went through my garbage, I've been racking my brain trying to remember if anything extremely gross was in it. I just remember that this particular bag was leaking, so it was double bagged. I had to clean out the garbage can too. If the garbage men were the ones issuing the fine, I don't understand why they didn't search it. I'm assuming I had an envelope in there, giving away my identity. I'm usually pretty good about recycling paper, though... I feel so bad the manager had to investigate my empty wrappers, unwanted food and dirty paper towels. Yuck!
As a side note, I reported my heating problem on January 20th, had two follow-up conversations about it with the manager, and it's still whistling so loud it wakes me up in the middle of the night. Either Mike or I get up one to two times a night to adjust the thermostat. No big deal. Who needs a full night of sleep anyway?
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