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When I was in high school I sent letters to all the companies within walking distance of my home, explaining that I was a student in need of a summer job. I got a bite from International Fabricare Institute and worked as their account receivables clerk until I graduated. Employees got free drycleaning on Wednesdays, but I didn't have a lot of clothes that needed drycleaning. I did keep my band jacket looking sharp.

A/R pretty much consisted of making sure the money coming in matched the invoices. I developed impressive adding machine skills. I telephoned cleaners with delinquent accounts. It was interesting--no matter where I called I always reached a person speaking English with an asian accent. It seemed silly to me that I would call all the way to Saudi Arabia to stumble through a request for a missing $8, but it was an ok job in general. When I left, my mom took the job over from me. She was going back to school for an accounting degree, so it was a nice transition.

Laundry is not a priority for me. Sometimes we dress out of the basket for weeks. I was telling some coworkers about how I am never as happy with my laundry improvements as I think I'll be: when we used to haul loads to the laundromat, I thought having a laundry room in my building would be great. We moved to an apartment with a laundry room and I pined for my own washer and dryer. Now I have those, but they're downstairs. So awful! xGinny volunteered that years and years ago she (she said "we", I think it was she and an ex) used to send the laundry out. It would be returned, clean, pressed or folded, in a couple of days. She sighed wistfully and said that she is certain that this happened, but it seems like a dream now. The rest of us sighed along. Of course, I am sure I'd find something to complain about with such an arrangement but really! Doesn't that sound glorious?


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May. 16th, 2006 07:50 pm (UTC)
I would have a hard time with knowing that for those few days that one item that I'm sure to want will be entirely out of my reach. With my present system I know that if I really want to wear something, I can hunt it down & clean it.

Laundry's one of those things I let go when I get real busy too... so long as it's clean, I can deal with a huge mountain of unfolded clothes in the TV room. Makes chickenhat nuts!
May. 16th, 2006 08:37 pm (UTC)
We must be polar opposites regarding clothes. My solitary goal in dressing is to hide my nakedness. You sound more like Christopher, the changeling. The week before Easter he called home to see if his blue shirt was ready for him to wear--since his girlfriend would be wearing a blue dress to brunch and he wanted to match. Astonishing!
May. 16th, 2006 08:44 pm (UTC)
I can't remember that it's ever happened in reality that I've sought out a dirty item & washed it before it would have been normally proccessed, because it's what I absolutely had to wear. But I'd be fearful of that exact scenario happening were I to relinquish control of my laundry. Notice the word "control" there--that's probably the issue, not matching outfits.
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May. 16th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC)
Me, resplendent in my Global Priority cape...
Sounds good! Also cook books.
May. 18th, 2006 07:30 am (UTC)
Re: The idiocy of laundry rooms.
My washing machine dominates one of our first-floor bedrooms, and the only dead-end room on the first floor. The room has 3 windows, two looking east onto the front porch. It should be the master bedroom, but I needed all that space for _the clothespile_. The hazards of a big house ...

The dryer is perched in the back porch-room, rarely used. We almost always have something on the line, and I don't think I've EVER had all the baskets emptied into closets.
May. 17th, 2006 04:03 pm (UTC)
I'm logged into my Japanese account and too lazy to sign into the dragonfly one, but I figure you will know who is this is.

Washing clothes doesn't bug me, I also remember years of trudging to the laundromat when Miranda was young. We had this small room off the bedroom and it was the dirty laundry room--it was the most embarrassing thing ever because it was The Dirty Laundry Room, there were piles of laundry all over the floor in big mountains. We would go for a month, and then haul everything to the laundromat for a 3 hour extravaganza. Hated it, longed for the days when I could toss a load in while cooking dinner, or working in the yard, or sitting on the internet. Folding and putting them away, I hate. And I get to the point where I need to empty the baskets so I have something to put the next loads into. I suppose I could solve the problem just by buying a few more baskets.
May. 18th, 2006 02:25 pm (UTC)
I broke down and bought more baskets. It was a bad idea and I knew it when I did it but I did it anyway. During the school year now we have three people to wash for and five baskets. It's so easy to dress right out of the baskets that, well, I often end up dressing right out of the baskets. It doesn't seem like a terrible thing to me--until Brian notices how many clothes we have. Five baskets of clothes! Time to reduce. Madman.
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