Last night I was looking around my room trying to figure out what I would wear today and low and behold, all of my clothes were dirty. So I set my alarm early enough to give me time to go and do my washing. I got there in time to get a machine (there are only 3 washing machines for 300 people) and put my clothes in. Keeping an eye on the time, I went back an hour (YES, it takes AN HOUR to wash clothes here) later to put the clothes in the dryer.
To my surprise, when I opened the washer door, a flood of water poured out. Something was wrong. Something was VERY wrong. I went to the accommodation office to see what to do about it and the three women sitting there (chatting about Desperate Housewives last night – I kid you not) told me that I would have to call the laundry company and speak to them. I stared at them in disbelief for a minute then said that I don’t have a phone. (ok, I do…But it was all the way back home) They told me, well, there are two pay phones in the Student Village, you can use one of them. I didn’t say anything else (for fear that explicates might be the next thing out of my mouth) and I walked away.
I managed to wring out, BY HAND a lot of the dirty water from my clothes and put them into the dryer. I have things to do today…I can’t just sit around and wait for the bloody washer guys to come and fix it. So, I get home and use my phone, and my money, to call the stupid company. First of all, the lady I talked to, spoke to me as though I were about five years old and from another country (….Yes, I know I’m from another country – but we are both speaking English. Now was NOT the time for her to be patronizing me.) After I FINALLY got her to understand that the machine was BROKEN I asked her about a rembersment because I’m going to have to spend at least five more pounds (yes. that’s $10) on drying my clothes for the rest of the day. I’m not kidding…they were SOAKING wet.
I am very very very irritated about this…