When I returned from dinner, the whole apartment smelled like garbage, or maybe cooked cabbage. I had to open the door and turn on all the fans to air it out.
The front door is glass, and covered by venetian blinds, but there was one row of the blinds that was missing and anyone outside could have looked into the room where I was sleeping with no effort at all. I had to MacGuyver a way to hang my jacket over the opening.
As I was about to turn in for the night, I realized that there were no bath towels or washcloths. I messaged Brady (because it was very late) and expected to hear back in the morning. By 8am, I hadn't heard anything, so I texted the number Brady gave me, requesting towels be left outside.
I was running late, so I showered and had to dry with only a hand towel--which sucks. By the time I was already dressed, I got a text back that said they had placed the towels somewhere, but they were not anywhere I could find. Besides, it was too late, I had to leave.