I HAVE A HEADACHE...

... and incompetence from my customers is NOT the right medication.

Why is it so hard for one to do a load of laundry? Let alone work a change machine or say the word BOTTLE?

I'm cranky. I had a long day. I want to cry because of the headache and having an employees kid talk non-stop because of a sugar rush is NOT cool. For one, I would NEVER give my child sugar sticks at 10 AM... actually, I would never give my child sugar PERIOD unless its a "special" occasion. Want your kid to shut up? Then don't provide him/her something that would make them hyper. Hell, even the mother asked him to stop... *breathes* Its okies, just an hour and a half until closing...


So remember the lady that decided to burn my dryer due to her lack of common sense? Well, apparently she still lacks it. Lets do the math here folks, we have been open for almost ten years and this lady has been coming to us for the past 7 years. The location of the key to the bathroom has been the SAME for the past couple of years if not all. Why ask where the bathroom key is when you are standing in front of me and pointing at it!? Excuse me ma'am, may I have your permission to point at you and ask where the moron is located? If your answer is no, I will nod and respect your answer but I will NOT stop pointing. As a matter of fact, I'll even throw in the "I'm not touching" you game that my siblings used towards me. Bitch, burn my dryer again and ask me something stupid and I swear this unhappy blogger will... well... I will not say anything because then it would be evidence. Yes, I am angry today because my brain cells decided to knock on my head and slowly die due to incompetence and disgusting weather. Well okies, not angry but cranky. At least she didn't ask me how her boobs looked today so there is something to be pleased about.

However, I am not pleased about people I don't know touching me. Especially if they are male and married. I have known this customer for a while because his wife and I went to the same high school but this guy, he is OVER PROTECTIVE to the point where he will not allow her to work, go out, or even fix herself to look good. Asshat much? I submit yes. So this guy hands me a twenty for change and I give back the change and he tries to hold my hand. I give him the evil eye and walk away. An hour and a half later, I was in the back packaging the table skirts happily with a frown on my face (its possible, trust me... ) and he comes and puts his hands all over my shoulders asking for a plastic bag. That's when I turned around and said "excuse me! You asked for a bag did you not? You ask with your mouth, NOT with your hands." He turned red and went on his merry way. Don't fuck with me... especially when I have a headache... and that is rare. I should put a sign "touch the employees and you will be gutted like a dead fish". Would I get in trouble for that? Better not and if I do, there is great justification. Actually, I could just see people in attire that is white from head to toe, knocking on my door, and asking for me.

I never understood why its so hard to answer "box or bottle?"... Actually, I am giving you the answer. YOU just have to CHOOSE one of the two unless you want both. A fresh example from today:

Cust: Can I have a tide please?
LLG: Which one? Box or bottle?
Cust: The $6.50 one.
LLG: The bottle it is.

We could have saved 6 seconds there and you would have also walked away without me staring at you and wondering "why me? Why is it so hard to say box or bottle?!"... I think I dreamed of this once... Oh and by winking your eye at me, it doesn't make you seem smart or hot. As a matter of fact, I shake my head at you.

Then we have the lady that is obsessed with the word "small"... here we go:

Cust: Can I have a small bottle of bleach?
LLG: Sure but just to let you know, there is only one size so need for the small.
Cust: Okies, can I also have a small box of softer?
(here we go again with the box or bottle thing, only this time... its size)
LLG: Yes ma'am but just so you know, there is only one size for the boxes, there is no small.
Cust: Okay.
-5 mins later-
Cust: Can I have a small bag?
(this is where I'm thinking, does she tell her significant other "I want your SMALL friend now")
LLG: Sure, give me a minute to get you one.

I finally give it to her and she thanks me. I think she was waiting for me to lecture her on her obsessiveness on the word "small".

-SIGH-

Why me again?

-LLG

2+2 DOES NOT EQUAL 4

Thats right, it does not. My fellow readers, this is not a trick question either. A young female walked into my laundromat today and she must have been at least 11 years old. She needed $2.50 in quarters from $3.oo. I told her she was going to get three dollars in quarters and she was insisting that she wanted $2.50. I asked her how she wanted the other .50 cents and she was saying she wants it back in a dollar form. I was arguing with her for 5 minutes to only give up and give her $3.00 in quarters. She is young and I get it, no one wants to think during Summer but even then... your brain cells should be working.

A long time ago, I had an adult ask me to break a 20 for him. He said four- five dollar bills and the rest in singles. I was doing simple math with him to figure it out. He had an excuse but I do not remember it.

People, wake up... its scary having to see people not use their logic and what they were taught in school. Some schools are bad and sometimes teachers do not care but come on, at home teach them something! It will make life at the laundromat easier. Trust me.

R.I.P

Even though I did not agree with half the things Michael Jackson did, he was still a fantastic artist. May he Rest In Peace. In addtion, Farah Fawcett died today as well. May she also Rest In Peace.

A LAUNDRY GOD?

One exists!!!! I kid you not a Laundry god exists.


Today was a quiet day... then again, its only 6:22 pm but its quiet! I don't want to jinx it. I got stuff done on time and no silly idiot asking me where he can dry his/her clothing.

I. feel. free.


So here is a pet peeve.

It irritates me when someone asks if their dry cleaning can be done the same day and when I tell them no, they stand around for 5 minutes with a look of desperation and sadness. I told you no and my answer is not going to change. I am nice enough to direct them to a place where they can help them and they still stand there... looking at me as if I have a hole in my face. As a matter of fact, when one stares at me like that after giving them their answer- there is a hole in my face. Why? Because if I shoot you I go to jail. If I shoot myself, I don't have to deal with people that don't know the meaning of no. OH and after my "no" I also get a "well fuck" or the teeth thing where the air goes in and you hear the "tsss" or something like that. Want your dry cleaning to be done on time? Bring it in earlier you lazy piece of shits!

A LAUNDRY GOD?

I'M NOT DEAD BUT...

... I was busy the past few days.

I realized on Sunday that I do not work at the laundromat and that day is my day off. Sundays are now RANDOM SUNDAYS which means youtube related videos to pet peeves to old dialogues that I have documented.

Monday was a relatively slow day. No complaints there. Surprisingly, it was busy and no one bothered me. I was pleased. Everyone was pleasant and actually nice.


Today, I did not work. I was too busy screaming my lungs out at Six Flags. They have a Human Dryer. For 3 bucks you get almost 10 minutes of hot fun.


I am terribly sorry for not having anything interesting but I promised myself that I would never leave my readers hanging... even though Sunday and Monday didn't have a post... lol... SORRY!

NO, YOU ARE NOT DUMB BECAUSE YOU ARE BLONDE...

.... You are dumb because you don't think.


Before I go on with the dialogue that just happened 15 minutes ago, keep this in mind. Our laundromat supplies over 15 carts which people can use on the premises to transport clothing from the washer to the dryer. Out of the 15 plus carts, this customer decides to use the one WE use for dirty drop off clothes. It gets better.

Customer: Is this the only cart I can use?

At this point, I felt like telling her "Yes. We all share ONE cart. We are trying to save on money so you are lucky that its your turn for using this cart." However, I didn't.

Me: No ma'am. There are more carts in the back that you can utilize. (Notice how polite I am). We use that specific cart for drop off dirty clothes.

The cart that she wants to use, has a plastic cover so dirt won't fall on the ground and so we could distinguish which cart it is.
The customer decides to ignore what I just said and proceeds to flip over the cover and says...

Customer: I will just flip over the cover and use it.

Me: But... there are cleaner ones in the back that you can use.

Customer: Yeah, this one looks dirty.

I mumble "no shit, welcome to 10 minutes ago."

She finally went to retrieve a clean one and then rolls her eyes at me. Oh yeah, she also asked me where the garbage is when she was standing 2 feet away from it. She actually came into the office to ask if I have a garbage. Mind you, the office is employees only. Lrn2readplease.

Yesterday I did not write a post because I decided to go out with my friends and treat myself to a movie. Go see Drag Me to Hell. Its a pretty damn good movie and it made me scream. By the time I got home, I went straight to bed without turning off my computer. It was on so I could charge my Mp3 player. Before I closed the laundromat last night, a guy decided to extend my two words into a rant while stomping back and forth. I kept mouthing to my friend "oh my god" and she kept mouthing back "what did you do". Moral of the story, don't talk to people that obviously don't look stable and complain about a box of tide...

I just want to say I am thankful for not working this morning. It was hectic busy and I was too busy being sick in bed.

UPDATE: I love it when I have pleasant customers at the end of the day. Having pleasant customers allows me to remember that there is a bit of hope out there and it also helps me forget those moments where I lose a brain cell.

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOU

I was not going to make a ranting post today since the laundromat was quiet. As a matter of fact, I was going to post a video but that changed until someone strolled in front of me and with a panicking Spanish voice, I get startled and started replying in a high pitched voice "I don't speak Spanish". If I wasn't startled and in a what the fuck state, I would have replied calmly but not. That is not possible.

On Thursdays, the laundromat that is located near me is closed. On some occasions when the other laundromat is closed, we get their customers. Great business for us; however, my temper and patience gets tested. Off topic real quick, laundromats are the next Starbucks. They are all over. Turn a corner and there it is, a sign stating that you will get 10% off your next purchase of 30 bucks or more. The secret to that, they put your clothing with other peoples... at my place, we do not do that. As a matter of fact, just the thought is disgusting.


Anyways, back to the story.


After 6pm, a Spanish speaking male with bloodshot eyes and a baseball caps approaches the front of the store and starts ranting and rambling really fast while yelling. I of course freak out. Then he started to touch the bottle of Wisk on the counter and yelling even more. What kept coming out of my mouth? "Omg! I don't speak Spanish! I'M SORRY!" and "Do you need soap? What? I can't understand". I felt like two chickens were arguing about the last kernel of corn. He then goes back to his friend. A nice lady sitting down inquired if I wanted a translation and I nodded at her. I was standing behind the door with my head popped out until I got the courage to head towards the back. I was not scared but I was still shocked. So, what did the crazy person have to tell me? He was yelling because his other friend went out to buy soap when he didn't realize that we sold soap here. That's when I tilted my head and asked the lady if she was kidding. She wasn't. Nor was he. I guess that is why he was pointing to the Wisk but the real question here is why was he yelling at me when in fact he was angry at him and why the hell was he flailing his arms? He is not a regular customer so I am starting to think that there are more of these crazy people out their.

Can I bang my head on my desk now? Please?


So here is the video that I was ONLY going to post because I got attacked by the flying hands.


OKies, it does not want to post so here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naJDJ6_4YDk

Now, people are raving that this is a GREAT product and that the laundry gets folded faster. It actually takes longer to fold with this gimmick as opposed to using your hands. Would I buy one? Absolutely not. I was given hands and I will use my hands. I tried this thing once in a store. I was curious after seeing the sales lady folding. I did not like it and it took longer. What do you think?

CAN I HAZ A QUATERZ?

I really wasn't going to end up with a title but for today's blog, I just had to... especially since the incident just happened....


Customer: I need quarters.

LLG: How much do you need in quarters? I am out of singles for the machine.

Customer: Quarters please

LLG: How much?

Customer: Oh um I just need a five dollar bill and five singles.

LLG: I don't have singles for the machine. I have a 5 dollar bill... but if you need a dollar or two in quarters I can...

-I got cut off-

Customer: I just need 5 dollars.

LLG: Okies, here's two 5s.

Customer: I need quarters.

LLG: (I hold in a big sigh) The machine. It has quarters.

Customer: Oh right! Sorry, I have a stiff neck today.

I held a comment back and the comment was "whats your excuse for your brain?" but I didn't... this customer has been coming to us for quite a while. As a matter of fact, she became so comfortable with us that she told me and my other worker that she got a breast reduction and that her chest and back feel better. TMI? Why yes... yes it is... do I care? Absolutely not. I just sat there nodding and smile and throwing in an occasional "well, that's good!". What am I supposed to do? Ask if I could touch them? If that is the case then I would gladly pass. This is the same customer by the way that set the dryer on fire. It was a minor fire, nothing big. She tried to blame it on us until I revealed to her that plastic objects can not be placed in the dryer. Especially when the directions for it say "flammable- keep away from fire". Her Ralph Lauren towels caught a bit of the minor "fire" residue and started saying how WE ruined HER towels... Bitch, you ruined our dryer... She was whining and complaining so just to get her to shut the hell up, I offered to wash her towels to remove the stain. (I'm proud for being diplomatic at that time because it saved me a headache). A week later she shows up with RL towels again, you know the ones with the bear from Macy's that are expensive as well as a receipt. Before she could hand me the receipt, I handed her good as new but old towels. She was pissed under that fake smile and thank you. Maybe she lacks common sense... then again, she does have a stiff neck and lacking a percentage of her brain.

Approximately two hours ago, a customer approached me to notify me that his washer wasn't working. Here I thought *oh great, another one that can't figure out how to latch the door* but boy was a wrong... somewhat... trust me, the story gets better. I explained to him that the washer he was using, was out of order but the a child must have removed it. Previously to his arrival, 3 little monsters were running around. Don't get me wrong I LOVE CHILDREN but there is a place and time to run and the laundromat is not a park. The children must have removed the out of order sign since that has happened before (a child removing the sign). Now, I instructed the customer to remove his clothing and to put it in the washer that's right next to the broken one and while he did that, I was going to retrieve 7 quarters to give to him to start up the washer. I come back to see him using the washer that was out of order. My words "OMG NO! DON'T USE THAT WASHER!" It was more of a panic and disappointment than screaming... I swear. He got frightened to the point where he thought the washer was going to explode. I told him why it was out of order and he said he wasn't mad at me. (I don't think I would care if he was.) I let him was in the broken washer and told him it would take longer than 28 minutes. He said it was fine and ye walked off.

Once at the counter, the stiff necked lady approaches me and asks me for the key to the bathroom and I gave it to her. She returns saying that she had great difficulty using the bathroom because of her neck. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Know. That.

42 minutes to go until I close. Help.

-LLG


Update: I had to post this... stiff neck lady had lectured me a long time ago about the liquid I use to mop up the floor. Today, as she was leaving- in an exciting voice she said "Hey! That's good, you change the liquid you used to use!" I shattered her happiness (happily) and told her "no, it's the same thing" She replied "Oh maybe it dried then and it has a lighter smell"... hey, crazy lady... the floor is wet and thank you for stepping on my clean floor. Have a great night and I hope you have nightmares about the liquid I use. Four more minutes before I close...

OPPOSITE DAY!

Say whaaaa?

Exactly.

It all started on a cloudy morning. I was abruptly awoken to execute a task for the dry cleaning part of the store. The quest for this completion was completed and I was awarded nothing... well, does an iced coffee count? Sucks for a prize... anyways... I started the morning shift of work and a customer comes up to me asking me why the soap dispenser isn't dispensing any soap and I point out the "Out of Order" sign. Yup. There it was. BIG BOLD LETTER CAPATALIZED AND HIGHLIGHTED. Who would have thunked (yes.. its a word... MY word) that one would miss such a simple yet "yelling" sign? Well, simply the moron who asked me where the soap is. I pointed her to the counter where we sell the soap and she bought ONE box which is for ONE load... She was using a 4 loader which was over stuffed might I add. I NICELY asked her if she wants another and she accused me of trying to take her money. Before I go on, keep in mind that this lady is around my age. Why is that important? Well... thats an easy answer to think of. Anywhoots I tell her to just take the one box and just use it. She was warned that it might not be enough.

After that episode, I joyfully walk to my folding table where she approached me again and then accused me of not selling her more soap. What the fuck? I offered to sell her another one and explained that it was not too late to add more soap. She didn't understand what I was saying since it was obvious by her expression that she was frustrated and she stormed out. She emerged back to the store 20 minutes later with a box of Tide to only realize that the machine was in the final rinse stage. Moron. Throughout the whole time that she was there, she was giving me a look.

The next guy had less than one load and bought a bottle of tide that was for 16 loads and used the whole thing. He was complaining that the machine had too much soap. I pointed out his mistake and he was actually nice enough to understand. Thats also probably because he ONLY spoke spanish and was tired of watching my finger point to stuff on the bottle and probably got tired of the over articulate mouth ... if that makes any sense.

It annoys me to no end when people think they know more about laundry when they really don't. If you think you know more, then why are you coming to me and asking me stupid question!? WHY?!

Also... one more person that hits the washer so it could accept the quarters, I will bash their head. Yes. That is right... I hate it when people hit the machine when they could just ask for help.

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS...

This happened last year in September. In the past, I used to write down the events based on the customers and myself.

This customer was the first and last time I saw him. It happened last year in September and it was raining. This guys came in and he started asking questions. I was answering every single question with a smile and a hyped up voice. According to him, I was giving him an attitude and he started to lecture me on respecting the elders. Of course, I started to defend myself since I didn't do anything wrong. He then started to demand for a manager or a supervisor.... here is the conversation:

Customer: I need to speak to the manager.

Me: Sure! Let me get her. *I duck under the counter and come back up* May I help you?

Customer: And I guess you are the manager?Me: Good guess! Now what do you want?

Customer: I dont know if these need to be washed or dry cleaned.

Me: Did you read the label?

Customer: Label?

Me: Nevermind... um, dry cleaned.

Customer: OKies. Its free right?

Me: Yeah if you give me your arm.

Customer: Can I have my clothes back?

Me: Why?

Customer: I don't want to give me arm.Me:.... I was kidding.....

Customer: I don't trust you.

Me: You are kidding right?

Customer: Clothes, please.

Me: Fine.

Customer: Well you guys charge?

Me: Yes...

Customer: ok thank you.

Me: *mumbles* Wtf?


Rain bring out crazy and disturbing people at times... then again, im not any better at times. Heeey theres my meds...

HOW MUCH DOWNY DO I NEED TO USE?

I searched for 30 mins to try and find the Downy/Detergent commercial with a couple of celebrities in it. With my searching abilities, I somehow managed to find 70s porn. No I did not click on it and no I was not curious.... I think... Yeah no I wasn't. It was more of a "wtf?" If I remember correctly, Snoop Dog, Paris Hilton, and some others were in it. If you could find it, you get bonus points. Everytime this commercial popped up, I would get annoyed. Seriously, how many of you out there think celebrities do their own laundry!? I sure don't. As a matter of fact, I would pay to see a celebrity do their laundry. Everyday working people don't do their laundry and its a shame. Some don't even care what they put in the bag and let me tell you... the stuff I have found OH MY DEAR LORD. Heres a list:

- used condoms
- syringes (empty and loaded)
- used tampons, pads, diapers
- dog poop
- white powder (I bet it was crack or something. The lady that helps us with the wash saw it too and I played a joke on her but telling her that I was going to try it to see what it was. She was freaking out. I never tried it but I was VERY curious)
- Dishes
- Porn magazines/videos
- A "how to" book on getting an erection

And much more crap..

ANYWAYS....

I wish I could find that commercial so I could post it but no dice.

I will also post and old story/dialogue I had with a customer in the past. I thought he was disturbing but he must have thought I was crazy. Go figure.

OH and people REALLY need to start reading directions. This morning a person was arguing with me about the amount of downy they have to use but don't want to use because its expensive to use all that. Their argument was that WE need to lower OUR prices or contact Downy to lower their prices.... I replied with a logical solution... Use less and not what they have to use this way they save themselves from future skin irritation AND save money.... but no... according to the customer it was my fault.... just like the time I magically made the timer on washer jump from 28 minutes to 10 minutes....

-head to desk-

And to think that the morning hours at the laundromat consisted of stupid free customers. Go figure.

PET PEEVES- Part TWO

• LAST WASH IS AT 8PM!- Not 8:01 and not 8:02. The answer will forever be "NO YOU CANNOT DO YOUR WASH AND PLEASE LOOK AT OUR TIMES BEFORE YOU COME HERE. I HAVE A LIFE AND WANT TO GO HOME TOO." Sometimes I would love to insert "next time, don't scratch your balls/ass and get here on time!" Bless those who come before 8pm to wash.
  
• LAST MINUTE DRY CLEANING: Its 6pm. Of course you cannot have your dry cleaning at 6:30pm. Thank you and come again.
  SOCKS: Stop complaining that you are missing socks. Its not my fault you either leave them under your bed/couch or the washer monster ate them. Last time I checked, I do not wear YOUR socks.... or your underwear so STOP ASKING ME!
  
• BITCHY CUSTOMERS: I get these a lot. I bet some of you who work in retail or in any other type of job get them too. They are not fun but they are entertaining. Example? SURE!
  Customer: Someone stole my 3 bikinis!
  

LLG: Well, where did you leave them and where were you?
'

Customer: On the table to dry and I walked out for 30 mins to get a coffee and a bagel with my husband.

LLG: Well, there is your problem! We are not responsible for any missing or stolen items. Next time, please be aware of your belongings and by leaving them like that, they are bound to be taken most likely. It rarely to never happens here for someone to take anothers persons stuff but even so, please be responsible.

Customer: HOW DARE YOU TELL ME YOU ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR SOMEONE TAKING MY BIKINIS!

LLG: Ma'am... if someone returns them, I will be more than happy to return them to you.

Customer: Yeah, like someone is going to retrun 200 dollar bathing suits.

I get a lot of these customers. Two months later she sarcastically asks me if someone brough back the bathing suits. Of course, I did not deserve such an attitude so I bit back with "Are you being more careful with your stuff? I hope you are because I don't want someone taking your 300 dollar underwear. She got pissed but oh well. She is still a customer. It pays to be a clean laundromat.

There are many more pet peeves and the list could go on but as I blog about the wonderful world of laundry, I might add a pet peeve as a bonus.

PET PEEVES- Part ONE

I will treat you all with a list of my pet peeves. Im pretty sure many people can relate to this, whether it is retail or any other jobs that deals with a bunch of stupid people that cannot follow directions. Oh yeah, lets not forget common sense...
SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS- They are right in front of your face and you cannot follow them... WHY!? Example? Here is one...

Customer: The washer aint startin! (with an attitude)

Lil- LaundryGirl: Well, did you close the door and latch it so it could start?

Customer: Yah and it aint startin. Put da quarters in and all.

LLG: Okies, show me your washer and I will help you.

Customer: Its that one. (Mind you, she does not point to the washer nor is she leading)

LLG: Please, show me which one.

So we walk to the washer to only find that she did not close the door nor latch it. Great right? NO! The customer snapped back that she did all that and I pointed out to her that next to the door handle, there is a diagram AND instructions on how to close the washer. Mind you, there are also instructions on how to function a washer. Now some customers that have the same problem, do not give me an attitude but they do admit to their incompetance and thus in return I say "its okay, it happens to the best of us." Yes, only nice customers get that line because they make my life easy.


CHANGE MACHINE- There is a reason we have that. Its to change the bills into quarters this way the customer can "cleanse" their laundry. It is really helpful... until someone comes up to me at the front of the store and "requests" assitance with the change machine or "demands" quarters. Want an example? Well... whether you want one or not, you are getting one!

Customer: The change machine isn't working. Can you change this for me?

LLG: Is the machine blinking a red light or does it say "out of order?"

Customer: No.

LLG: Well, okay... then it should be working. Lets go over to the machine together and make it work.

So we take a short stroll together and during that short stroll im thinking to myself "why me?" and I bet the other person was thinking "do I need to dye my hair?".... and if she wasn't thinking that, she really needed to. Its not my place to say though and I didn't feel like getting slapped that day. Anyways, I insert the dollar bill into the machine and guess what?! IT WORKED! Oh lord have mercy! I can perform miracles! Praise me I say!... the lady said "You have the magic touch" I said "No, its called following the directions right under the bill slot which shows you which way the bill goes. Follow this and it will work!" She didn't catch onto my patronizing (I rarely patronize but I must have been pms'ing that week to do so). She thanked me and apologized for her incompetance. I walked away after I flashed her a smile (gotta be nice!) and went my merry way to assist the customer in the front... which brings me to the third pet peeve...


ALLERGIC TO BLEACH OR SOFTNER???: Normally people know what they are allergic to but believe it or not, some don't. When I ask people if they are allergic to bleach or softner, I do it because I care ( believe it or not, I do! I wouldn't want to live with a rash or see my death bed before my time). Majority of the people are allergic to these two things to the point where they might even die. I really should not have to ask since it is the customers responsibility, but I do. Especially if they are new customers and I do not know them. The common answer I get is a "yes or no"... but 45% of time (yes I pulled that percentage out of my ass) I get "I don't know"... well... if you don't know they you really aren't allergic or you just never washed your clothes... I will go with the first. So to be safe, I put VERY LITTLE bleach and/or softner to clean the clothes but to not irritate the skin. Thats my dermatology side thinking. Its a pet peeve because its a simple question with a two second answer but it ends up being a 30 minute discussion. I kid you not.

INTRODUCTION

It all started nine years ago, when my parents decided to open their own business. Out of all their ideas (coffee shop, Dunkin Donuts, Dry Cleaners, and Laundromat), they decided upon the laundromat. At that time, I was just finishing High School and working at a pediatric dental office... my boss was psychotic towards me and the little monsters/angels. Openning a laundromat seemed like a great idea! My first thought was "sweet! I don't have to work with a psychopath going into menopause!" and " I finally get to work a cash register!"... yes, cash registers are awesome, until they break on you and you have to manually open the cash drawer (we are currently on our second cash register... we need to get another one).

When the family owned laundromat first opened in Astoria, Queens, people came in and loved the smell of "new" as well as our friendliness. I thought to myself "this is easy! Whoever says its hard, means that they don't know how to handle their customers.".... Boy was I wrong. Nice or not to the customers, you have customers that are psychotic or just miserable. Of course I have the occassional nice person walk into the door with a smile and warm greeting- which is great! These "nice" customers are also the ones that take the time to UNDERSTAND when the proper service cannot be executed or they know when it is their fault for leaving their items unattended. First couple nine months of the laundromat opening were great! After that, shit hit the fan and thus I introduce to you the next asylum... My Laundromat*.*I will not identify which laundromat for personal reasons and basically, not to piss anyone off. Then again, it would not matter since names aren't being named. Ha!

-Lil-LaundryGirl

**NOTE**

My original blog was lillaundrygirl.blogspot.com but I had to change it to this one since I forgot my password to the blog and email. Unfortunately, MSN was not helpful in retrieving my email. They basically copied and pasted the "help" that was on their site... MAJOR FAIL. So yeah... I resulted to just making a new one instead of bashing my head against the wall screaming "WHY?!"

http://lillaundrygirl.blogspot.com/


I will copy and past everything in that blog to this one.

I WILL BE DIVIDING THE PET PEEVES INTO DIFFERENT ENTRIES SO YOUR EYES WILL BE AT EASE WHILE READING.

-Lil-Laundry Girl