My apartment is rebelling against me →[More:]
I put a load of sweatshirts and jeans in the washer, coated them with detergent, and went to fold the stuff that the boyfriend left in the dryer. I notice that the washer wasn't making it's normal wobble-wobble-clothes-are-getting-washed noise, so I go over to check on it.

I open the lid and there are my clothes, sitting motionless in a tub of cold water. The motor is spinning, I can hear it, but the spindle thing isn't going anywhere. The drum isn't wobble-wobbling. I try different points in the cycle, nothing but more spinning noises.

I email the boyfriend at work to ask if the clothes he washed earlier today were pressed up against the sides of the drum when they were finished. He doesn't know.

This is the point at which I gave up on laundry, made some tea and came back to mecha.

I dread calling my landlord about this because, while he's a very nice guy, he's kinda spacey. I called him three times about a leak in the bathroom above us. It is causing our bathroom ceiling to get stained and the paint and tape to bubble away from the drywall. It also causes me to fear that I might be killed one day while showering.