My washing machine
is pissing me off.
So it says that it’s “auto-load sensing,” which means it fills up the water to where the top of the clothes are. I put in only one shirt in there (it’s Moschino, fucking expensive as hell) because I was afraid that other clothing would ruin it. Then I turn it on, like usual. (By the way, i’ve put in one shirt before and it did just fine.) While the water is filling up in the washer, I fold my clothes from the dryer. Quite some time later, I sensed something odd was wrong since the water was still filling up after 8 minutes; It didn’t make sense because it’s only one fucking shirt. I lifted the lid of the washer and the whole entire fucking washer was loaded with water and I was like what the fucking fuck is going on here. So I let it do it’s thing and proceeded to go upstairs for a bit, then came back down a while later expecting the washer to be done with that one goddamn shirt. Again, I lifted the lid and the abundant amount of wasted water is just sitting there, doing absolutely NOTHING. I thought it was malfunction because it just couldn’t be. Yeah so I pushed the button to “Stop” the washer, but the water didn’t drain down… it stilll just sat there and i’m all worried that the machine was gonna explode or some shit like BLAHHRGRHGHRGH. I needed desperate help, so I went up to my mom (happy mother’s day..) and asked if she could help me a bit with the washer -lol- and she’s already pissed off for whatever reason so that didn’t help. I told her my extreme situation and she’s like “YOU STAY UP HERE AND I’LL GO DOWN THERE MYSELF akjshdlksjd” so I waited in my room. She called me down, “COME DOWN HERE. I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING.” …i’m like okay. All she showed me was the loading levels of the wash…and I put the lightest one and she thought I broke the machine, which I didn’t even do anything wrong.
I don’t know the current state of the wash because it’s still washing right now, but I don’t like wasting water or malfunctioning machines.
Whyyyy do we live in a world of metal.
