|music||:||Joan Sutherland - Norma, Sediziose voce (Bellini)|
Answering the phone. I hate picking up the phone. It's never for me. Anyone who wants to get ahold of me, e-mails me or IM's me. Very few people actually use that tellay-fōn thing and if they do, they call my cell.
The first runner up is sweeping. This is The Husband's Thing and he says I'm always doing it wrong. I don't think I'll ever understand why for as long as I live. I think I'm doing the exact same thing he's doing, but he says I'm pushing the dirt around in every direction... I've taken to just running the vacuum all over the floors if he can't sweep or mop. =D
Hmm... thinking about this a little more and maybe the first runner up is cooking. I suck at cooking. I don't like doing it. Husband Guy can do much better than I can. I swear, I have trouble boiling water. =P
I must be the only person on the face of the Earth that doesn't mind cleaning toilets (all six of them in the house). As long as I'm allowed to use the Lysol Toilet Bowl Cleaner with Bleach and I have a big scrub brush =)
It's a high-return job. It takes relatively little effort to make it look MUCH better. And people think you're great for *gasp* taking on such a dirty job.
I've never talked to anyone about cleaning and doing stuff, so I have no idea what's normal and what's odd.
The dishwasher was installed as a kitchen ornament and is not to be used. It is a severe waste of hot water and blows the Hydro bill through the roof. Dishwashers also don't clean dishes properly. I don't care what anyone says about how I'm supposed to load the thing or what cleaning powder/cream/tablet product I'm supposed to use. None of it works. The only way to guarantee that the dishes come out clean is if you put them in cleaned already.
In a sink full of dirty dishes, I will pick the biggest container, squeeze detergent into it and fill it with water. I find this wastes less detergent and makes the soap last through more dishes. Husband Guy (and I did this too, for a little while) will put detergent on the scrubbie and just go at 'em. I'm trying to break him of this habit. I may have to bop him on the nose with rolled up newspaper...
Oh, and get this — I can iron my own dress shirts just fine... Ladies' shirts, with princess lines, boobs, all kinds of seams and curvies and lumpies to it. But I'm utterly hopeless with men's shirts. Yeah, I know it's a flat piece of cotton, it might as well be cut right off the bolt itself. I put more wrinkles into it than I iron out. If you understand this, please tell me what I'm doing wrong. I had to give up and I said to the Husband, "just take it to the drycleaners, they'll clean it and iron it for you."