one quarter at a time.

Seriously, shoot-me-in-the-face kind of story.

And of course it's when Mr Smith leaves and I am left to assess and handle the situation all by myself. No he didn't marry me for my independence! So back to the story . . . {it's not even that good or important}

It was just about 8:30 and he was so kind and willing to take the laundry down with me to start a couple of loads. all was great UNTIL THE WRATH OF HATES decided to poke it's little finger on my last nerve.

I go down to put the laundry in the dryer - I know I was already late to switch out - just to find that the washer still looks full "don't the clothes typically shrink and shrivel up along the sides?" I say to myself. OH MY GOSH THERE IS A POOL OF WATER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WASHER. Except for at this point  I still wasn't freaking out. "Oh somehow the electric got tripped and everything is turned off." I am thinking my-life-is-wonderful at this point. Then I remember Mr Smith having this issue before, but I couldn't remember what he did. There was no box of switches. I went back upstairs to call and whine on facebook. No response, except from pity friends on facebook. 

Bright idea! Call maintenance, surely it's an emergency. I was worried his accent would be too thick - just thin enough. I guess after hours maintenance people aren't the nicest people, but either way he was rude and my problem was quickly dismissed after I was like "WHAT!? - THEY JUST TURN OFF THE MACHINES?!" He couldn't confirm anything. 

Then I remembered Eric having the issue with the dryer, but he found one still turned on - maybe I can just go check and see - since this is my only chance at sanity tonight.  Alas, two open dryers still turned on.  I have to spend an hour draining all the water from the clothes, but hopefully on high heat - they're drained enough to give me clean underwear and towels. PS - I'm going to start wearing water resistant clothing. Good freak who knew towels could weigh 50 lbs. 

I may have left a little water mess. My spite was okay with it. I aimed most of the water to the trashcan. I just wasn't aiming at perfection or the impossible. So it's all said and done and I walk out and right as I pull the door shut I realize the laundry keys are in the room. REALLY KAYLA!? So I had to go meet the neighbors which is awkward at 10:30 p.m. Luckily he was really nice. No, I don't remember his name. But he's much better than our other neighbor who comes to the door mostly naked. 

I checked the hours and the laundry is supposed to go until 9:30. I called the maintenance guy at 9:30 and our wash should have way completed before then. He was wrong and the laundry service providers left a number that is out of service. Oh how I wanted to kill them all. 

I am not a pioneer woman. I don't wash my own clothes. I want to be a big girl and own my own washer/dryer. I'm okay with that being our only appliance.

UPDATE - none of the clothing dryed.
It's hanging in our bathroom
except for the underwear, we just ate the 1.75 cost and tried again.
It only seems like a lot when you're putting it in one quarter at a time