Sydney Accomodation Debacles - I'm out of clean undies
This is not a tech post and it will add no value to you what so ever.
I’ve been in Sydney now for a few weeks, staying at a place called Balmain Lodge (it always looks way better in the photographs).
I’ve managed to ride it out on two pairs of jeans, a couple of t- shirts and a couple of jumpers but cleanliness is starting to hit critical mass.
For $280 per week you still need to collect $1 and 20c pieces to get your washing done. They lovingly provide you with detergent (but it’d hidden away in some nasty smelly cupboard), and dryers if you are partial to shrinking your clothes (which I’m not).
There are no lines to hang your clothes up on, though. So I’ve purchased a clothes horse, again. Every fucking time I’m in Sydney I end up buying another clothes horse.
To add insult to injury their dryers don’t dry. I’m sending my undies and socks on a second cycle in a perhaps vain attempt of not having to hang them out.
Additionally, I locked myself out of the room on Saturday morning–ironically on a trip to get change for the washing machine and dryer. I luckily had a wallet and my bank cards otherwise I’d have had to trek from Balmain to Bondi Junction to find Collis and/or Cyan. My phone was in my room, so I couldn’t call anyone. I had to use public phones. Half of them didn’t work.
A locksmith, a picked lock and $130 dollars later, I’m set back a good 24 hours washing wise. I had to go without undies today, the horror!
For $280 per week, there is no after hours number. I think at the very least there should be some emergency after hours number. I don’t care if I have to pay for the incident.
And guess what? The staff came a-knocking at 8:30am one morning to ‘make up my room’. I was in fucking bed! Hungover, damnnit! I now know what that security latch is for–it’s not for protecting yourself against burglars or thieves, it’s for keeping out the staff that want to change your sheets at 8:30am.
Life is just full of little dramas, isn’t it?