The Woes of Washing Machines

Okay. So I realize that this is my first EVER blog post and I should probably be writing something more related to me personally, but I decided to take the polar plunge and post something that has been plaguing my life for a few months now. 

Recently I moved into a house that my parents bought as a rental property. Other than being utterly broke and struggling to pay my bills, it's pretty awesome. I'm living independently with my dog Jaco, all the food in here is mine, and I can walk around in my underwear if I want.

However, I've been having issues since I moved in with various appliances. Besides having to replace a used refrigerator that matched my cream colored stove with a black used refrigerator that is now collecting water in the bottom of it, I've had no end to problems with my washer/dryer. 

This all started when my grandma, lovely and doting woman that she is, sent a washer and dryer to my house from one of her rental properties. I was excited to finally not have to go to my parent's house to wash my clothes (even though I HATE doing laundry almost as much as I HATE washing dishes). Life was going pretty well until I discovered that the dryer was burning my clothes and continually setting my smoke detector off. This is an annoying smoke detector and makes me want to cower in a corner. Anyway, so once again my grandma worked her magic and bought a used washer and dryer to switch out with the washer that was working okay and the dryer that was catching stuff on fire. 

Unfortunately, upon switching out the washer/dryer, I discovered that the new (used) washer was making a horrible noise and the agitator was not functioning. Greeeaaaattt. So, now I had a dryer that was working but not a washer. I'm sure you can begin to imagine the giant piles of laundry that have been taking up residence in my basement since all of this mess started. 

Equally frustrated was my grandmother, who went to Lowes yesterday and ordered me a new washer, exactly like the washer she had just purchased because HER washer had also quit working. This morning, Lowes was supposed to deliver my new washer. I was about as excited as I could be that I would be doing laundry tonight--finally! I had explicit instructions from my grandma to have the delivery guys move the old washer into the garage so that my cousin could scrap it for some cash later today. 

Woohoo! My new washer was installed!

...dun dun dunnnnnn!!!...

The delivery men had taken the old washer with them instead of putting it in the garage. I hadn't realized this until two seconds after the guys pulled out of my driveway and headed down the road. Shiiiiiiitt! I called my grandma, she called Lowes, and the guys came back to unload the old washer and put it in my garage. 

Cool right?
 Right.



But...



I was investigating my new washer when I noticed something strange. My grandmother had given me some new H.E. (high efficiency) detergent because the regular soap I had wouldn't work in the new washer. Oddly, when I inspected all the doodads/knobs on the front of the washer, I noticed that there was nothing indicating that the washer was an H.E. Likewise, my grandma had explained to me that her new washer didn't have an agitator. So mine shouldn't either, right? I mean, she bought me the EXACT SAME model. 

WHAT THE HELL?!?



Naturally, I called her again (adding to her own washer woes) and we determined that my washer probably wasn't the same one. My grandma came over to my house and determined that, yes indeed, my washer was totally different. Soooo...

Once more my grandmother called Lowes. It turns out that she accidentally bought the wrong one yesterday when she was in a hurry at the store. The washer I have was sitting in the exact same place as the one she had bought. 

Luckily, things are looking up (mostly). Lowes is going to come back out here and switch the washers. Hallelujah, right?!? The only downside is that I have to wait until Monday for the delivery. Another four days of using the same two towels to dry off with after I take a shower. Another four days of having to look at the mountain of dirty clothes that has accumulated in my basement. Fffffuuuuuuuuuu....