45 minutes every Friday" is the real cost here, and it wasn't even his own time he was losing. Small stuff like machine numbers feels pointless until you see how fast a messy ticket turns into a short check. Write it down right and nobody has to guess what you're owed.

Man, I feel for you, that sounds like an absolute nightmare to live under. Honestly the notebook thing is smart because it turns "my neighbor is loud" into actual proof, and landlords can't really wave off a written record the way they can wave off a phone call. My sister did something similar with a barking dog situation and it worked, so your mileage may vary but it seems like paper beats complaining every time.

Wait, Mike told you to cut the liner short? I've been battling that exact mildew ring for two years in my last apartment and nobody ever said a word about the liner length. I always thought the liner had to touch the tub or water would go everywhere, so I just kept scrubbing the ceiling with bleach like a fool. So you're telling me air just flows under the gap and the water still stays in the tub? That feels like it breaks some basic rule of how showers work but I guess physics doesn't care about my feelings. I'm staring at my shower right now trying to figure out if I own scissors or not.