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Last week, Paul threw in a load of laundry. No big deal, right? Typical, even.
Except the machine was broken and he did not know. The spin cycle is b0rked and when I went down to retrieve it, it was sodden and did not smell all that great. I did what I could, but after drying that smell persisted. I ended up taking the worst offenders to the laundromat and doing a load there.
It was a very small load, mostly made up of my compression socks, and it felt very wasteful to do that. And yet, my socks no longer smell like standing laundry water with a touch of mould. Ew.
The machine downstairs is still broken, the sign I made for it still on the machine, the blackish brackish water still in the bottom of the machine. This is a week later. Fucking hell, that's unacceptable. There are sixteen units in this building and one washer. And it's broken. The fuck.
I need to get laundry done this week. I'm running out of things, the boy needs his done, and I'm out of dishcloths (the indicator for the household laundry). I had to make dishcloths yesterday to have enough to get me through to tomorrow. Tomorrow, we're taking it all down to the laundromat because we have no other choice.
Except the machine was broken and he did not know. The spin cycle is b0rked and when I went down to retrieve it, it was sodden and did not smell all that great. I did what I could, but after drying that smell persisted. I ended up taking the worst offenders to the laundromat and doing a load there.
It was a very small load, mostly made up of my compression socks, and it felt very wasteful to do that. And yet, my socks no longer smell like standing laundry water with a touch of mould. Ew.
The machine downstairs is still broken, the sign I made for it still on the machine, the blackish brackish water still in the bottom of the machine. This is a week later. Fucking hell, that's unacceptable. There are sixteen units in this building and one washer. And it's broken. The fuck.
I need to get laundry done this week. I'm running out of things, the boy needs his done, and I'm out of dishcloths (the indicator for the household laundry). I had to make dishcloths yesterday to have enough to get me through to tomorrow. Tomorrow, we're taking it all down to the laundromat because we have no other choice.
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