I’ve been fortunate normally in my roommates that I have lived with. There is only a 4 month spurt with a crazy woman named Rosemary that was really pretty difficult. The people I’ve lived with have at least been tolerable and at best become exceeding excellent friends (or a husband). I’ve also lived in some pretty nice places – several even during university that had a dishwasher (and waste disposer).
Dishwashers – are they not the most fabulous inventions? You can stow dirty dishes quickly, you can leave the clean ones in there and just grab things from it as you need, you can run it as much as you want. They take a chore that requires scrubbing, rubbing, getting dirty, drying and worst above all the gathering of the sink gunk at the end of the job. Granted, I normally hand wash my good dishes and silverware (despite NOT learning from example from my mother).
Beyond the major things – like thief, boyfriends moving in, destruction, etc – I can live with some annoying habits of roommates (as long as I have my bedroom to disappear into). But here it is. Here are the two related things that takes me from calm to NASA hot in 3 seconds: Dirty dishes in the sink and dirty dishes sitting above the dishwasher. (exceptions only if you are a guest and the dishwasher needs to be unloaded)
Honestly, if you have made it far enough to the kitchen to bring your dirty dishes – take that extra 2 seconds and put them in bloody dishwasher. Do NOT pile them in the sink where they get all sticky and wet. Do NOT pile them on top of the dishwasher where they just get in the way. FINISH the JOB! Is there a teleporter going to move the dishes for you? Do you think we should attract mice/ants/stray dogs with rotting food? Should my food preparation areas be contaminated and cluttered with your dishes? Are we unionized here – it is contractually my responsibility to put the dishes in the dishwasher? And don’t tell me “you were getting to it when you finished X”! Do it when you finish eating!
See? Just writing about it gets me worked up.
June 22nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Fondly remembering university thanks to my husband. It’s good thing I have other desirable qualities, otherwise he might take the cat and head for the hills.
Hmmm…. as I was adding tags, I found that I already mentioned this. So, you can see that I am at least consistent.