Laundry Day

Should I....?

A. Go buy more socks and underwear
B. Forgo socks and underwear
C. Do laundry

I have this inner conversation every time I run out of clothes. It is a legitimate battle in my head. Today, option C was the best one. I don't want to leave my house to buy anything and have the day off anyways so hey, why not. Lets be productive.

Part of this lovely tale should have a design layout for you fellow readers. My apartment is a decent size, however it does not have a washer or dryer inside of it. My building has two washers and two dryers on the main level. I live on the third with no elevator so I am stuck trudging my three week long pile down two flights of stairs.

As most laundry stories go, of course once I get down there, both units are taken and this is a large, angry looking woman hovering over them, staking her claim. Back upstairs I go with my laundry.

So I do what any normal just-out-of-the-house twenty year old would do. I'll wash them in my bathtub! Yes genius! Just like what the Mayans most likely did, only better because the water runs from my faucet! So I pile in all of my clothes, run the water, throw some detergent in, and then......stare unknowingly as to what to do next. I have no idea what truly happens inside that washing machine. Do the metal bars gently knead my clothes? Is it supposed to feel so slimy?

Alas, after choosing to make my mission about getting the slimy feeling gone, and rinsing the heck out of my clothes, I am left with a heavy wet mess. I begin the process of wringing out all of the clothes, one by one and hanging them up. I glance at the clock. Two hours to wash my clothes. I should have waiting for the angry woman.

One benefit of my apartment is that it has a good sized balcony. It is nice out for a January day, sunny and warm. Winter has not hit us on the east coast like it has my parents back home, so I begin hanging all of my clothes. After an hour outside I see some strings hanging from the bottom of some clothes. How could they have snagged, I washed them with my own sweat and tears? Oh wait...those are icicles. They have not dried at all, just frozen.

Back inside to remove all of the clothes from my closet, hang up the wet ones, put towels on the floor and a fan on them to dry.

This was not worth the ten dollars I saved in quarters.

Thanks but no....

Ms Boland,

Thank you for applying to (insert countless number of positions). While we were thoroughly impressed with your qualifications (not impressed enough) we have chosen to pursue other (better, smarter, more well connected) candidates at this time. We will keep your resume on file should future openings be a match to your qualifications.

Sound farmiliar. The generic, insultingly complimentary thanks but no email. I don't get it. Perhaps it is because I grew in the heart of the "everyones a winner age." Where seventh place ribbons were celebrated. Where the A, B, and C teams were being replaced with "all equal" teams as to not hurt feelings. Where it was success was measured and found in every inch or crack in the pavement as to boost the self esteem of every child. So why I am not the CEO of a company now...humf.

But really though. I am an honor student. I had a good internship. I have a good job, that I just happen to hate. All of the advice that keeps being shelled out to make me feel better about my situation is wearing thin. Will I work for (insert unnamed retailer name) forever???

Disclaimer***Part of being from this generation also includes incessant drama as well.

A little about me. I am a twenty something young professional. I suppose you got that from the title. I moved away from my midwestern roots to the fast paced east coast livestyle about five months ago. And seeing as I have not been able to find my dream job (or even a shadow of such) yet, I spend my day A. wishing it would fall into my lap, B. trying to get my life together in a way that I thought it would already be by now, and C. living it to the fullest.

Here is a taste of what I have done since I have been out here.

 Skydiving groupon adventure. One off of the bucket list.

 Bought most adorable kitten of all times. Meet Duncan.

Explore Boston at all times.

Xoxo