It seemed as if everyone on my job was there just to annoy me. A good thing it was Friday.

By the time I got home from work, I was completely stressed out. There was no way I could do anything for the rest of the night.

I was walking through my apartment when I almost tripped over the huge pile of laundry that for days had been working its way from the corner to the middle of the room. All I wanted to do was have a drink and not deal with anyone or anything, but the idea of not having any clean clothes did not appeal to me either. Ticked off at how I was ending my day, I began stuffing the clothes into a laundry bag. I threw the bag in my shopping cart, grabbed my keys, and slammed the door on my way out.

The rumble of the dryers greeted me as I entered the laundry room. I loaded my stuff into a... Read More