Struggle.

When I moved into my apartment, there was one major bonus: it had a washing machine.  As it turns out, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

I guess the girl who lived here before me didn't use the washing machine while she lived here.  Ever.  Who knows what she did to clean her clothes for an entire year.  I try not to think about it.  Anyway, when I ventured into the room to take a look for the first time I found that the thing was pretty much crusted with dirt and more unmentionable things.

After spending half an hour wiping the monster down, and an hour waiting for it to run a cycle without clothing, it was time to make my first attempt at washing my clothes.

First of all, just like the heater, the whole thing is in Korean.  There are tons of buttons, but only two seemed to do anything.  The big green one turns it on, and the big red one starts the wash.  I put my clothes in a laundry bag (just to be safe) and popped them in, hoping for the best.

An hour and a half later, this is what happened:

1. There was water all over the floor next to the washing machine.
2.  Upon taking my clothes out, I find a huge hole in my laundry bag.  (Luckily it seems like my clothes survived.  So far.)
3.  The clothes came out dirtier than when I put them in.
4.  They smell like a swamp.

Needless to say, this girl will be tracking down a laundromat sooner rather than later.