They’re REPLACING OUR DISHWASHER.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL RIGHT NOW?

I am sitting here while the maintenance people are swapping out dishwashers. The baby is sleeping. AND I AM DANCING INSIDE.

So, naturally, I come on here to let the emotions spill out of my fingertips. Ha.

I mean, we’ve lived in this apartment for over 2.5 years now.

And in the last few months, our dishwasher has been shit.

The detergent is smeared across the bottom after each cycle, no matter how few items are in the washer.

But the first time they came in, they told me I needed to use Jet Dry.

That didn’t work.

The second time they came in, they told me I was putting in too many dishes.

The third time they came in, they cleaned out the bottom where the food particles get stuck.

And, every time, this shit would keep happening.

And so, just for funsies, I ran the dishwasher with NO DISHES in it to try to prove my point. And lo and behold, DETERGENT SMEARED ACROSS THE BOTTOM.

So, I think they ran out of reasons why I’m wrong.

Cause I wasn’t wrong.

Y’know?

Maybe they gotta exhaust all their options. Maybe they thought I’d be too tired to keep filling out service requests.

But I gotta tell ya.

I’M NOT TOO TIRED TO FILL OUT SERVICE REQUESTS.

I’M TIRED OF HANDWASHING A WASHER FULL OF DISHES WHEN THE WASHER DOESN’T WORK (and by me, I mean Ankur. I’m raging FOR him because he’s too calm to involve himself in this saga).

I’m feeling a little bit like Andy and Kevin in the episode of The Office where they get their parking spots back.

I’M DOING IT FOR THE LITTLE GUY.

It’s just nice to win one.

Okay, that is all. I will carry on this excitement by texting everyone that I have complained about this dishwasher to. G’day.