Laundry Catastrophe

OH
MY
GOD
SO
ANNOYING

So I live on the third floor of my dorm and the laundry room is in the basement. There are no elevators. I had stocked up a bunch of clothes in my room that needed to be washed and when I ran out of socks I decided it was time to do the washing. So I lugged my heavy laundry bag down four flights of stairs into the basement and sorted my clothes into three different loads. Amazingly there were three empty washing machines, perfect amount. So I put in the first two loads but when I got to the third machine the door wouldn't open. The lock was stuck. So I tried all my might to get it open with no success. But I didn't want to face the four flights of stairs any more times than necessary so I put the locked washing machine on a short 10 minute cycle hoping that when it was done the door would unlock like it should. So I waited in the basement for the 10 minutes, did some stretching, printed off some homework... and after the cycle was done the door still didn't unlock. So I went back up the stairs defeated. After two hours (because that's how long one proper cycle of laundry takes here in Turkey) I went back down the stairs into the basement, switched my two washed loads into the dryer and put my one leftover load into the washer. Back up the stairs. Back down the stairs an hour later to retrieve my dry clothes and switch the lonely load into the dryer. Back up the stairs.

Now this is where the real fun starts.
Back down the stairs an hour later.
My clothes are still wet and all the dryer doors are mysteriously open. I figured it was some stupid prankster who thought it was funny to make my clothes wet. So I restarted the dryer and went back up the stairs to go to sleep. This was Sunday night.

Monday I have class all day so I couldn't check on my washing until after 6PM. I head back down the stairs to the basement with full intent to take my clean dry clothes back up to my room and be done with it. NOPE. This time my wet clothes are sitting on top of the dryer and by this point they smell bad so I have to put them back into the washer again. Back up the stairs. Back down the stairs and take my clothes out of the washer put them into the dryer and try to turn it on, the dryer doesn't start. Move my clothes to the next dryer, the dryer doesn't start. So confused I look behind the dryer and all of them are unplugged. I then peek into the hallway to see if there is anyone who can give me some advice and a Turkish student says the housekeeping staff unplugged all the dryers because they were starting to smoke and it was a fire hazard.

Keep in mind this load of laundry has ALL of my socks, ALL of my underwear, my one pair of sweat pants, and my one pair of athletic shorts.

So I take my load of wet laundry to the next dorm over, "Dorm L". All of the dorms supposedly have the laundry room in the basement. However, as I discovered, Dorm L does not have a basement. So after finding one random set of a washer/dryer in the first floor bathroom I can't figure out to start this damn machine because it is different from the ones I have in my dorm. At this point I am laughing hysterically and slapping my laundry bag against the washing machines. And then a nice Turkish girl brushing her teeth walks into the bathroom so I ask for her assistance. Apparently she has never done a load of laundry in her life before because she just goes home for the weekend and gets her mom to do it but she helps translate the buttons for me anyways. Thinking I set the timer for one hour, I start the machine and head back to my dorm and back up the stairs. An hour later I go back down the stairs and over to Dorm L to retrieve my clothes and they are still wet! Kill me. So I set the timer for double what I had set it before, push a couple extra buttons, and the dryer starts to make noises that indicate the drying process has begun. So I go back to my dorm and back up the stairs and go to sleep. This is Monday night.

Tuesday I have class until 2:00 so after class I head to Dorm L thinking there is no way my clothes are not dry. OH but they are still wet, and smell bad again. Kill me. So at this point I don't even care that they smell bad. I am cursing up a storm, slam my wet clothes back into my laundry bag, and stomp over to the second closest dorm, "Dorm G". Dorm G has a basement and a laundry room and a dryer that is the same as the one in my dorm so I know how to properly work it. So I put my wet smelly clothes into the dryer and head back to my dorm and back up the stairs to sit on my bed where I am currently sitting writing this blog post. I swear if my clothes aren't dry the next time I go check I am just going into town and buying all new socks and underwear.

For real, its not like I could just lay out these items to air dry. It's an arm load of singular panties and socks. What am I supposed to do?