Beginning to Hate Laundry

I kinda feel like I had more of a life back at the hotel. lol. Since we moved in to our apartment, all I seem to do is laundry and dishes. Our little washing machine is awful. I don’t get it. The thing is about the size of a toilet and only holds about 10-12 shirts. Pictured here is the washing machine with 8 shirts in it. I could throw an entire basket of clothes in my washing machine back in Oklahoma, but here? Ugh. I’ve been doing about 2-3 loads of laundry a day since Tuesday and I’m still not done. AND IT’S FRIDAY!!!! All I’ve gotten through are pants (two loads); socks, towels and misc (three loads); garments (two loads) and a load of lights. I still have the rest of the whites and all the darks. I feel like I’m in a family of 50 people. Laundry back home took me about 4  hours, tops. That was one load of lights, one load of darks, one load of misc (socks and towels), one load of garments  and one load of bed sheets with the blanket and pillow cases. 35-40 minutes to wash a load and about 45 minutes to dry a load.

The worst thing about it is that the washing machine is also the dryer, so it’s not like I can wash a load while I’m drying a load. No, I have to wash a load, then dry that same load and then start washing another load. And it takes 5 freakin hours. Washing takes an hour and a half and drying takes three and a  half. I think I finally figured out how to mess with the settings to get it to take an hour and a half to dry,  but then the clothes are still wet. Jeremy, one of the realtors we dealt with to get this apartment (really nice guy) listened to my concerns about the washer/dryer and said I shouldn’t have concerns about the quality or capability of the machine because it is top of the line. As nice and helpful as Jeremy is, I think I’m going to call BS on that one. That stupid thing has left purple stains on my khaki pants and several of Troy’s work shirts. What the crap! How on earth does a load of jeans and khakis get purple stains? The detergent is white powder in the tray on the outside. Nothing in any of the pockets. The work shirts were all white, light blue and green. How do they get purple stains????? And the dang thing doesn’t dry stuff all the way, so I either have to dry the clothes again or hang them up all over the apartment.

The thing that bugs me the most about Jeremy saying the machine is top of the line is that when I went online to read reviews, I found out this machine came out 6 YEARS ago. It may have been top of the line at that point, but it most certainly is not in 2012. Especially since 90% of the reviews were saying it doesn’t dry clothes very well, which is a concern I addressed to Jeremy and he just said that Malaysians usually hang their clothes to dry. So, I am joining the Malaysian people and not using the dryer anymore for the most part. The door doesn’t freakin open after drying clothes, so I guess that will alleviate that problem. The picture shown here depicts my feelings towards the dryer every time it won’t open.

But, that one has been resolved for the most part now. Jeremy had a guy come in yesterday and install a rack that pulls out from the wall to hang clothes on to dry, so I no longer have to hang shirts and pants over the furniture. I actually like the rack. It’s pretty cool. When it isn’t in use, it is up against the wall. Doesn’t take up much space and is out of the way. When I need to use it, just pull it out and hang a bunch of clothes on it. It hold a decent amount of clothes, so it’s very nice. Hmmmmm. I’ve only hung shirts on it so far. I wonder how it will hold up to having all my jeans hanging on it. I guess we’ll find out!

Okay, seriously, though, Troy thought I was crazy when I told him the dryer door doesn’t open. It has this dumb child lock setting that won’t let the door open after it’s done drying. I’m still trying to figure out how to bypass it. Anyways, I told him about the door not opening and having to leave the clothes in there until it unlocks itself, which is why his clothes are super wrinkly. He didn’t believe me. The first time I had him try to open the door (about 2-3 minutes after the dryer went off) he got it open right away. He said the suction was the problem. The next time, though, I just about fell over laughing, watching him struggle to open the door. Dumb dryer. He finally believes me about the retardedness of this dryer. Oh well. I don’t have to worry about it anymore now that I won’t be drying any of the clothes that need to come out right away.