Continuing the saga of the broken dishwasher: In the grand scheme of things this is a silly problem - and "problem" is a strong word to use in this story. I mean - really - most of humanity never has, doesn't have, a probably never will have a machine that washes their dishes for them. And there are people starving in the city. So I know - just get over it. Besides, remember when you were growing up how much fun it was when it was you and your sister's turn to wash the dishes together - how close it made you?
My sister in New York never had a dishwasher and she talks about how relaxing she finds it. She was also voted Most Likely To Enter an Insane Asylum. I take that back, that wasn't nice. But on the other hand she doesn't have staff and volunteers and visitors on an hourly basis leaving mugs and cups and dishes in her house. In fact, now that her kids are grown, its just her and my brother-in-law. And they're minimalists when it comes to setting the table. NOT a fair comparison.
I must say that our plant manager really hopped to it to help us out in the rectory. Gads am I lucky. He took care of the whole thing. I tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing. I think I did a pretty good job of making it sound like the whole thing didn't matter too much to me because, quite frankly, I was embarrassed at how much I wanted the piece of junk replaced and working.