Tales from Graduate School, entry the first…
OK, I’m going to have to find somewhere else to do laundry. The place I’m supposed to go to is two blocks away… and not air conditioned. There’s no way I could spend several hours in there watching over my clothes— and there’s no way I’m walking back to my own apartment, where I can’t even hear the washer or dryer go off, not to mention that I’d have to walk back to start the next load. Even waiting outside the laundry room would be an issue; it’s just as hot outside as it is inside, at least during the summer and early fall.
I wonder if there are any laundry pickup/delivery services around… or even a public laundromat on one of the bus routes…
Actually, even better, it seems that the Housing department will let me use the air-conditioned laundry in the next apartment building over, if I can get a signed letter from Disability Services explaining the circumstances. And yes, before anyone asks, it is a disability issue; I’ve passed out because of my asthma and other medical conditions in similar circumstances in the past. So at least the outcome looks promising.