Jerk Laundry People!
Doing laundry, if you didn’t get that from the title… and I waited and waited and waited to use the washers. (Half an hour) They were chatting it up & slow about moving to the dryers, but eventually, I got my stuff in. So they finish up, I go down, to switch them over. 1 dryer free, I figure, that’s fine, the others only have 5 minutes left on them, and the people who put it in are old and therefore set a timer. Well, she did set a timer… problem was, she thinks she’s a little “alzheimers” because she set the timer, it went off, and couldn’t remember what it was for. No kidding. So I waited and waited and waited (another half hour) for the dryer. So now I have to go down to move the 1 load that was in on time, and then back downstairs 10 minutes later for the next, oh, and then 20 minutes after that for the last. okay, so she’s probably not a jerk, but still…
I was going to bitch to Dad about it, if he can complain about customers, I can complain about just about anything, but he’s not answering his phone, so I’m blogging about it.
On a sidenote, if you happen to be in Guelph, Budds is having their sidewalk sale, and it’s pretty awesome. I got some really nice shams, regular $29.99 for $7.99. I’m so proud of myself. 
On another sidenote, HOW COME YOU ALL GOT TO SEE HP AND I DIDN’T?! oh wait, you probably all have a car, and have friends in town for when it came out. (How come I’m the only one who moved back to Guelph after university?… and for those that stayed, why did they all leave with everyone else?) Thinking of getting a car though, I know I can afford that. I’m liking the Yarus. But will wait for the next big sale, seems to be the better thing to do.
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ps -I love having my own laundry machines! I don’t think I can ever go back!
we used to have laundry machines on bethune… and i used to have to tell anita that the fluff cycle doesn’t actually dry, even though it is called a dryer… so i don’t miss that. but i do miss taking things out and not having mysterious bleach spots from the person before, or not being covered in hives the next morning when i sleep in clean sheets that got whatever from the person before…
that’s why i, i mean francine, wants a house. or at least a condo with laundry. maybe even a second bedroom.
I got to see it because I am awesome. And if I moved to Guelph it would have not been called moving back to.
i was referring to my highschool friends, most of which I don’t see more than once a year, mostly because they drink themselves into such a stuper they don’t remember seeing me there at all, or for that matter, seeing anything but the toilet. (definately not my scene)
but you could move to guelph. michelle’s talking of it. you could be roommates. hah! what a fun joke from my standpoint.