For me, it's hands down doing the laundry. I live in an apartment, so it's a HUGE pain in the ass.
I have to first make sure I have the right change. I empty my pockets and count out all the quarters and loonies. Just enough! Now I need to collect everything that I need to wash and put it into the basket with my clothes. I go to the bathroom and collect the towels. I go the kitchen and find another towel to wash. Might as well wash the clothes I'm wearing too. I change into a fresh set of clothes and put the clothes I was wearing into the basket.
Now I have to lug a heavy laundry basket down to the first floor. I take the elevator down. I awkwardly open the door and enter the laundry room. Shit! All the washers are being used. I look at the times on the machines. Fuck! They're all similar times! Some mofo decided to do five loads of laundry at the same time. How selfish! I go upstairs, leaving my laundry in the laundry room.
Two hours later, I go back down. This time two machines are "available" since the machines have stopped. I open the door on one. Fuck! There's still clothes in it. Same with the other. I don't want to take out their clothes. First, it's kind of awkward handling people's underwear, male or female. Second, if that person comes in while i'm taking out their clothes, I'll feel like a criminal.
So do I wait or just go back up to my apartment and come back down later? I decide to go back up to my apartment. How long should I wait though? If it's too long, someone else might take machines. I wait for an hour.
One hoiur later, I head back down. FUCK!! The machines are still loaded with their clothes. Pissed off, I fling the washer door open and grab handful after handful of clothes and dump it onto the washer. Fuck whoever's clothes this is! If they do catch me dumping out their clothes, it's THEM that should be ashamed.
After loading the machine, I feed it with coins. Sometimes the washer is out of order, and I have to load them into another machine. Luckily not this time. Things are going well... GODDAMNIT!!! I forgot to bring the detergent. This sucks! I wait for the elevator, go up, and then come down with the detergent.
Finally! The machine is now loaded and running! I go back up with my empty laundry basket. I do some other chores, and constantly remind myself to go back down in 30 minutes. If I leave my clothes in too long, someone will be held up and it will be ME that's being the asshole this time. Also don't want anyone going through my clothes and exposing my underwear on top of the dirty machine for everyone to see.
I go down, empty the machine into the basket (I remembered to bring it down with me this time). Ooops!! My favorite shirt just fell onto the floor. It's now covered in dirt, hair, and god knows what. I give it a quick brush with my hand. I know it's just going to make the rest of my laundry dirty, but I really am in denial, and pretend that it's clean. I get all my clothes in. Now I feed the hungry machine with another handful of loonies and quarters (every month it seems to require more!). Better top off the time to its max, since I don't want my clothes to be damp when they're done. I learned this the hard way. DAMNIT! I forgot the dryer sheets! Sigh, I'll have to skip them this time. What a disappointment. I like my clothes smelling fresh.
I go back up, again mindful of the time. After an hour and ten minutes, I go back down to load the machine. Argh! The clothes are STILL damp. Shouldn't have thrown the extra towel in. I now have to get this heavy basket back up to my place. I set it down on the ground first. Then I turn the door knob of the laundry room, and hold the door open with my foot. I pick up the laundry basket with both hands, and now use my ass to hold the door open while I quickly slide my way out. I set the basket down while waiting for the elevator. The door opens, so I pick it up, and am debating whether to set it down, or just hold it. I decide to set it down today as I'm tired.
The door opens, and I open my door, set the basket inside, and lock the door behind me. I dump all my clothes onto my bed, sort them, and then fold them. Argh! How is it that three pairs of socks are missing their partners?! Where did they go? This happens all the time. Ten items are still damp, so I have to find clean places inside my bedroom to hang them. The corner of the dresser is a good place for this shirt. I'll hang the towel on the back of my chair... Finally I'm done! Now for the ironing... (That'a a whole nother story).
I now open my dresser and load the clothes in. The lonely sock singles still go in the sock/underwear drawer. Maybe one day their partners will decide to show up. Or maybe another pair like them will end up losing their partner too, and they can then partner up. Kind of like how divorced (or more appropriately in this case, widowed) couples get together to form a new couple.
Finally done! I lie down on my bed to relax. It's then that it dawns on me. I forgot to do my bedsheets.
Sigh, it will have to be next time. If I remember...
I have to first make sure I have the right change. I empty my pockets and count out all the quarters and loonies. Just enough! Now I need to collect everything that I need to wash and put it into the basket with my clothes. I go to the bathroom and collect the towels. I go the kitchen and find another towel to wash. Might as well wash the clothes I'm wearing too. I change into a fresh set of clothes and put the clothes I was wearing into the basket.
Now I have to lug a heavy laundry basket down to the first floor. I take the elevator down. I awkwardly open the door and enter the laundry room. Shit! All the washers are being used. I look at the times on the machines. Fuck! They're all similar times! Some mofo decided to do five loads of laundry at the same time. How selfish! I go upstairs, leaving my laundry in the laundry room.
Two hours later, I go back down. This time two machines are "available" since the machines have stopped. I open the door on one. Fuck! There's still clothes in it. Same with the other. I don't want to take out their clothes. First, it's kind of awkward handling people's underwear, male or female. Second, if that person comes in while i'm taking out their clothes, I'll feel like a criminal.
So do I wait or just go back up to my apartment and come back down later? I decide to go back up to my apartment. How long should I wait though? If it's too long, someone else might take machines. I wait for an hour.
One hoiur later, I head back down. FUCK!! The machines are still loaded with their clothes. Pissed off, I fling the washer door open and grab handful after handful of clothes and dump it onto the washer. Fuck whoever's clothes this is! If they do catch me dumping out their clothes, it's THEM that should be ashamed.
After loading the machine, I feed it with coins. Sometimes the washer is out of order, and I have to load them into another machine. Luckily not this time. Things are going well... GODDAMNIT!!! I forgot to bring the detergent. This sucks! I wait for the elevator, go up, and then come down with the detergent.
Finally! The machine is now loaded and running! I go back up with my empty laundry basket. I do some other chores, and constantly remind myself to go back down in 30 minutes. If I leave my clothes in too long, someone will be held up and it will be ME that's being the asshole this time. Also don't want anyone going through my clothes and exposing my underwear on top of the dirty machine for everyone to see.
I go down, empty the machine into the basket (I remembered to bring it down with me this time). Ooops!! My favorite shirt just fell onto the floor. It's now covered in dirt, hair, and god knows what. I give it a quick brush with my hand. I know it's just going to make the rest of my laundry dirty, but I really am in denial, and pretend that it's clean. I get all my clothes in. Now I feed the hungry machine with another handful of loonies and quarters (every month it seems to require more!). Better top off the time to its max, since I don't want my clothes to be damp when they're done. I learned this the hard way. DAMNIT! I forgot the dryer sheets! Sigh, I'll have to skip them this time. What a disappointment. I like my clothes smelling fresh.
I go back up, again mindful of the time. After an hour and ten minutes, I go back down to load the machine. Argh! The clothes are STILL damp. Shouldn't have thrown the extra towel in. I now have to get this heavy basket back up to my place. I set it down on the ground first. Then I turn the door knob of the laundry room, and hold the door open with my foot. I pick up the laundry basket with both hands, and now use my ass to hold the door open while I quickly slide my way out. I set the basket down while waiting for the elevator. The door opens, so I pick it up, and am debating whether to set it down, or just hold it. I decide to set it down today as I'm tired.
The door opens, and I open my door, set the basket inside, and lock the door behind me. I dump all my clothes onto my bed, sort them, and then fold them. Argh! How is it that three pairs of socks are missing their partners?! Where did they go? This happens all the time. Ten items are still damp, so I have to find clean places inside my bedroom to hang them. The corner of the dresser is a good place for this shirt. I'll hang the towel on the back of my chair... Finally I'm done! Now for the ironing... (That'a a whole nother story).
I now open my dresser and load the clothes in. The lonely sock singles still go in the sock/underwear drawer. Maybe one day their partners will decide to show up. Or maybe another pair like them will end up losing their partner too, and they can then partner up. Kind of like how divorced (or more appropriately in this case, widowed) couples get together to form a new couple.
Finally done! I lie down on my bed to relax. It's then that it dawns on me. I forgot to do my bedsheets.
Sigh, it will have to be next time. If I remember...
