I got help from @starwoods after having a terrrrible experience at the Sheraton Dallas. After having the manager on-site ignore my problem for 2 days, 2 hours after tweeting about them, I had the problem resolved and enough Starwoods points for a free stay.
I rode in an Uber Taxi last week (which, legally, cannot charge you more than the city-approved rates except a $1.50 "booking fee" plus 20% tip, unlike the black cars which can charge whatever they want). The driver was complaining that he has no ability to change prices--drop them when demand is low to entice fares or raise them when demand is high to maximize his time on the road--and that, because of it, he was going to give up his taxi license and start driving a black car for Uber. Seems like that's just the market at work.
Under most state's laws, the landlord is obligated to do what he would have done at the end of the lease to find new tenants early. Meaning, post it on Craigslist and have the place cleaned up and make a reasonable effort to show the place. Then, you're obligated to pay rent only until he finds new tenants. Sounds like if you have that many showings, he should get it rented by the end of December, and that works out with your plan. You should get back whatever portion of your deposit you would have gotten back if you had stayed. Getting deposits back is notoriously hard, but you're right that normal wear-and-tear shouldn't be deducted. (This is not legal advice, I am not your lawyer, and I do not know DC housing law specifically. /End lawyer speech.)
$4 to his name and he's sharing half of his sandwich. Jesus.
Aaah, I have basically this exact feeling/conversation every time I take a cab home, with the cab driver. Thanks for putting it into much more lovely words than I can!
"A bunch of finance students in Spain appeared to think so, which just goes to prove that sometimes people mistake luck for actual skills." I don't think it does prove that--it proves that people think that past success is a predictor of future results, for sure, but it could also be be that the 82% think the good guessers are just LUCKY and are willing to pay to get a piece of that luck. A similar thing happens with the "hot hand" in basketball. It turns out that people with a "hot hand" are no more likely to make their next shot than they are on any other, average night, but people keep dishing them the ball, feeling like they've got some luck that night and it's more likely to go in.
Team Taylor. Delivery is a problem, though, and I will often tip 10% if there's a delivery fee, unless the person is super nice to me (and my overly-friendly dog) in which case I'd tip more. But I generally round up to the next dollar, so the $1.50 would be $2. My understanding is that delivery drivers also make more as a base hourly salary than servers, so I don't feel TOO awful about it.
I also grew up in a dessert-every-night house, and I remember being literally SHOCKED the first time I had dinner at a friend's where dessert was not served. I actually thought her parents were weird and evil for a long time. It's only now, eating my lunch dessert (a rice krispy treat from Sbux) that I think...hey, maybe a parenting win on their part? I definitely struggle to not eat dessert after every meal.
I would also suggest that there may be other stuff going on with your coworker that you're not privy to. I worked with a guy for 2 years and thought he was really great and working really hard, and come to find out later he's mostly watching ESPN videos in his office and taking credit for things that were already done. I think his direct supervisors knew what was up (they eventually canned him), but in the meantime, I thought he was working as hard as me, and would have thought he deserved the same bonus.
I have done this too-! I discovered my passport was missing after having moved and having planned a trip for less than a week after the move (not smart). Drove to the office in Detroit (nearest to my then-home city of Cincinnati) in the wee hours in the morning, waiting to get a call to see if they could give me an appointment. And they did! Despite there being LITERALLY no one else there (and me being able to see through the reflection in the glass that at least one employee was playing solitaire), that step took 4 hours. BUT I got a passport about an hour later, and made my flight to Mexico. Thanks, government! No, really!