Done with school (and laundry) for the week!

I've officially finished my first week of school. It's nice only having class Monday through Wednesday! Don't worry, I have plenty of work to keep me busy. I think I'm really going to like grad school...there are no tests (a bunch of projects, but no tests) and everyone is so excited about school which, in turn, makes me excited about it (although I never thought I would be excited about qualitative research methods).

Today I did my laundry. I didn't know how good I had it when I didn't have to haul a basket full of clothes down and up three flights of stairs. That's not the end of the story...

I figured mid-morning would be a good time to do laundry because everyone would be at work...I was wrong. When I got to the basement laundry room, there were hampers of clothes everywhere and all three of the washing machines were in use. So I left and came back later...still in use. So I left and came back an hour later...still busy. Finally, I washed my clothes, but now there was no dryer free. I started to wonder what I was going to do with a bunch of wet clothes when I had to get ready and go to school.

Enter: the neighbor's cleaning lady

According to my new friend, there were about 8 loads of laundry waiting for her when she got to work today, which was the cause of the busy machines.

me: "Well, how much more do you have, I have to go to class in a little bit"

her: "I don't know, these freaking dryers don't dry things...I can't tell you how many quarters I've put in there, and my stuff STILL isn't dry"

me: "Ok, well I'll come back later then"

her: "Wait...I'll put your stuff in the dryer, just leave me enough quarters."

Good deal. So I thanked her, left her 14 quarters and went on my way. As I went up the stairs I immediately asked myself why I just did that, but then kept going up the stairs.

----Fast forward 1 hour-----

Right before I left for class, I went back downstairs to get everything out of the dryer...there on top of the dryer were 7 quarters and my clothes, nicely folded and ready for me to pick up. What a nice lady!

I hope I see her again so I can thank her--it's not every day you meet someone who's willing to fold a stranger's underwear.