Much Farther To Go

I hate having a dishwasher. I really do. All it does is give you an excuse to be lazy and do your dishes later, when there are more dirty ones, then we can run it. So, don’t worry about that dirty dish, let’s make more, and then wash them all at once. I suppose there is some logic behind that, say when you live with one other person. But six makes it a little more complicated. I’m the first to get pissed off when people in a dishwasher-less house does only their own dishes. But, in this situation, a dishwasher-having situation, that is what I am doing. It is not a refusal to empty the dishwasher, which is the usual stall in our kitchen’s cleanliness, it’s going on strike against people who have clearly had the time to empty it (as evidenced by the stacks of new dirty dishes that have appeared since the beast had finished). A few weeks ago, I was all, ‘let’s be nice and clean the kitchen everytime I see it’s dirty’ cuz I wanted to be nice and kind and seen as who the fuck knows. Subsequently, I was named house mom and given the duty of ‘kitchen’ on our tasks board *rolls eyes*. I’m not angry at anyone specifically, not at all…the situation’s just shit.

BUT, if I were to be completely completely honest, I’m annoyed that I’ve had the sniffles since moving in, and am seriously beginning to suspect my mid-70s recently flooded basement living conditions. Anyone who’s lived with me can attest to this…I ALWAYS have a messy room. I do enjoy having a clean room though. Here, I simply cannot be ASSED. Why clean off the floor so i can see the mismatched patches of carpet covering the uneven concrete? Why untangle those cords, when I know I’m going to have to unplug something or other the next time a circuit blows (yet again and again and again and again) I miss my days of living with fewer people AND not having a dishwasher. It was also much easier to tell if it was your turn to do the washing up. Or maybe last semester I just lived with people I loved, and wanted to do their dishes. Who knows. Meanwhile, I’ll try not to think about how many spiders crawl over me at night (I count myself lucky that I haven’t seen rodents) Here comes the summer!!