Amongst everything else Tuesday night,
I noticed that we were drying dishes on a regular bed sheet stretched across a wire rack. I asked
around and no one knew when it had last been replaced. I replaced it
Wednesday morning and put it and the aprons we use to do dishes in
the laundry room, on the assumption that the house laundry guy would
do it, sight-unseen.
He didn’t and I guess I should have
gotten with him, but upon further investigation, it was ‘Stache and
I just didn’t want to go there. He seems like kind of a dick even
on his good days and I while I’m not great with people I think that
I can official say that we “have history.”
So I signed up for a laundry slot
Thursday to wash the aprons myself (and the linen, if it was still
there), but I completely forgot because I ended up waiting for so
long to do internet stuff.
Anyway, by not telling anyone about
moving the aprons and stuff, nothing got done, the other dishwashers
were thrown off and I’m now behind on my personal laundry schedule.
No comments:
Post a Comment