There are ten apartments in our building and we all share one (ONE!) washing machine. There’s a calendar that you can sign up to for your laundry time, but I’ve recently been doing my laundry on Monday morning, as no one else seemed to block out this time. Monday is also my cleaning day, so it’s nice to get all of the tedious tasks done at the same time. This shared laundry situation, along with not having a dish washer anymore, are a couple things that have made this move
completely unbearable less pleasant at times.
This morning I went down with a load of darks and someone else’s finished load was sitting in the machine. I briefly looked at the calendar and didn’t see it blocked out for the morning, so I removed the clothes and put them in the empty basket next to the machine. For the record, I rarely do this. But I’ve been doing my laundry on Monday morning for months now and that load was totally messing up my Monday morning routine.
I put my clothes in with detergent and fabric softener, set the machine to 30 degrees, economy cycle, debited my laundry card and shut the door. I usually do 2-3 loads on Monday, so I looked at the calendar again to block it out and realised that I was looking at the wrong day and someone had actually blocked it out for the entire day today.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! I am an asshole.
I panicked for a second and then realised that there was only one thing to do in this situation: employ my ninja skills.
I’ve set my timer to the exact time it will take the load to finish (actually 20 second before) and I’ve mentally prepared myself to fill my basket as quickly and quietly as possible, without being seen. I’m actually visualising this, like athletes do before a race. There is no room for error because I hate awkward situations and I don’t want to be known as the rude “American” in the building.
There are 16 minutes left on my timer, so I’m going to do some stretching. I’ll let you know how it goes…
I DID IT!
I was in and out in less than 10 seconds. My heart pounded in my chest. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was the most excitement I’ve had in a long time (saddest sentence ever).
Okay, back to my usual Monday morning routine. The toilet is not going to clean itself.