I only had a dishwasher in 1 apartment back in 1998 or so. It would be nice to have one, but then, we're only 2 people and don't generate that many dishes (as long as I don't let them pile up over several days). I usually do the dishes from the evening before while my oatmeal is cooking in the morning.
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I'm so sorry for you people without a dishwasher. Washing dishes is right up there in terms of chores I really hate to do. (Though even with a dishwasher, my husband does the rinsing and loading and whatnot.)
I do handwash pots and pans since they are ceramic and are supposed to last longer if you handwash. Fortunately, they clean up really easily.
Why is everything a process? Why are there so few things in life that are one and done?
Right? I should make more artificial finish lines, for myself, probably.
And now my coworker is telling me how to do my job.
Me from yesterday:
Need to take out the garbage and recycling and put all the bins on the street but I am tired.
FTR. None of that happened. I got the yard waste bin to the curb this morning, but garbage and recycling will now have to wait two weeks because I'm out of town next Sunday. Which is not the end of the world, but not great.
Kill them with your mind, Dana.
One thing I'm glad about with my apartment is that I just have to get my garbage into the dumpster, I don't have to meet a pick up day and drag the bins to the curb.
So apparently its familial, to use the smarts to be more lazy!
My dad was an engineer and he always said the best engineers were lazy people because they came up with ways to spare effort.
On my phone, so no quoting, but yes - what I meant was more "nothing to do." In Peace Corps I had colleagues who got a lot done and seemed to be satisfied with that, and I had other colleagues who "went native" and didn't do shit and seemed really happy. I was somewhere in the middle, miserable.
I totally feel the "is it depression or just me" thing. I will note that as I have treated my depressions dn *especially* my anxiety, it has gotten a lot easier to do things and sometimes I even *want* to do things. I alternate among thankfulness that I've come so far, frustration with what I'm still dealing with, and bitterness about how anxiety has affected every single aspect of my life to date.
I don't have a dishwasher, and mostly I don't care. The last time i had one, we didn't use it. Now I have a double sink, which means his and hers dirty dishes. Each of us does our dishes at least once a day, usually, so it stays under control.