Ah yes, the classic "trust me, I'm on your side" from the person whose paycheck literally depends on you taking less. A $9k swing on a back injury and she's out here acting like a QME is just a spa day you can skip, that is wild. Fresno union halls don't lie either, that guy did you a solid even if it was too late. My favorite part is the "real friendly" act, because nothing says buddy like someone quietly hoping you never find out you got lowballed by five figures. That 30 day window is a sneaky little trap too, blink and your objection rights are gone. Next time an adjuster offers advice, remember they're not your friend, they're just really good at pretending.

So what happens when he just dumps your stuff on your bed right back? Like, I get that it worked this time, but you basically told him the rule is "whoever is more willing to be a jerk wins," and that only works until he decides to out-jerk you. The pans on the bed thing isn't a fix, it's a threat, and threats stop working the second the other person calls your bluff or escalates. And honestly, six months of notes did nothing, so the real problem was never the dishes, it was that you two never actually talked about splitting the work. Maybe try that once before you turn the apartment into a prank war.