Laundry Woes

Posted by Intern Chick at 10:10 PM

I was lucky enough to grow up with a washer and dryer in my house (except for the time the drier caught on fire and burnt my favorite Minnie Mouse outfit, that wasn't so lucky).  I've adjusted fairly well to having to do laundry in public facilities, and for a germophobe like me, that's no small feat.  But doing laundry here always poses some type of problem.  Usually the worst part is getting the laundry TO the laundry room.  Because of the way the hotel is designed, there is no way to take the elevator to the basement, so you have to take it to the lobby, then get out and take the escalator down.  That would be fine except I can never see over my laundry basket to make sure I am actually stepping on the escalator, so I just hope for the best.  


My mom was nice enough to bring me, as a present, $20 in quarters this past weekend.  I was super excited because I really need to do laundry, and I hate using my travel stipend to do it.  So Monday night after work I got collected all my dirty clothes but I realized they wouldn't all fit in my laundry basket so I got out a big suitcase and loaded it up.  It wasn't enough, so then I filled up a huge backpack and was on my way.  I kind of felt like an idiot with all these bags, and then carry detergent on my hip.

There are only two washing machines here for "large loads" and then a ton for regular (small) loads (read: all washing machines here are a rip off).  I did one large and one small and took my suitcase back upstairs.  I went back down in about half an hour to put my clothes in the dryer but there were none open.  There are only THREE dryers here.  THREE.  And one person had put 80 minutes worth of quarters in one!! 80 minutes!!  Three dryers!!  Ludicrousy!  There was one dryer that only had 8 minutes left, so I waited.  But then I noticed someone else was waiting for that dryer.  So I waited for the dryer that had 20 minutes left.  Waited and waited.  I started breaking a sweat it was so hot in there, and kind of creepy.  

20 minutes later.

The girl whose clothes it was comes down and, even though I'm standing in front of the dryers with a box of fabric softener in my hand, she slowly takes each article of clothing out, one by one, folds it, then grabs the next.  I was going INSANE in there.  I'm sweating, I have work to do upstairs, and its past 10:00 and my clothes aren't even in a dryer yet, are you kidding?!!?  Finally, she got the point and took all her clothes out so I could put mine in.  I always take certain clothes to air dry instead of put in the dryer and last time I did laundry I left them in the laundry for for an hour and ran down there, frantically, hoping my clothes were still there.  So this week I remembered to take them upstairs.

Then I forgot about my laundry.  I got so into what I was doing that it was almost 11:30 by the time I remembered.  So once again, I was frantically running downstairs, hoping my clothes were still there.  This is my worst laundry nightmare, that someone will take my clothes out of the dryer and put them wherever they may fall.  And it came true.  There were my clothes, all over the folding table.  This is so, so mean of me, but I really wanted to open the dryer that someone had replaced my clothes with so that their time would run out and their clothes would still be wet.  The only reason I didn't was because someone else was in the laundry room, and because its really mean, and I would've really liked doing it.  

And so, almost 24 hours later, my clothes have yet to be folded.  I hate laundry.

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