I’m getting pretty handy around here, y’all. In my singledom and having lived on my own away from my mommy since August, I’ve learned to inflate my tires, date myself, and I successfully refinished my kitchen table. Now I’m about to totally blow your minds.
Enter the enemy, better known as my dishwasher.
Before I go any further, I’ll just let you know how happy I am that my tiny apartment even has a dishwasher, albeit a decrepit, noisy one the likes of which my parents probably had in their first apartment. But Saturday evening, I rounded up the straggler dishes around the apartment so I could run my dishwasher, something I seldom do since I enjoy hand-washing my dishes. (Don’t y’all stay home on Saturday nights and load your dishwasher?)
So, much to my distress, nothing happened when I turned the knob. Just a clicking, sad noise. The soap was released, but the water didn’t run. I turned the knob a million times and even tried running the water in the sink while starting the dishwasher (this seemed logical at the time).
Then I sat on the floor in front of the dishwasher, praying and kicking it. Percussive maintenance has always been my strong suit.
Then I gave up in a huff and went back to my room to Google search.
I found no answers to help me, shockingly. But I did see a key word in all the dishwasher mumbo-jumbo: “switch“. Apparently most dishwashers have switches somewhere in their vicinity that control master power. Dishwashers, incidentally, require electricity and don’t run on prayers or voodoo as I had assumed. Well reading about this switch jogged my memory and made me remember something that happened earlier this week.
Remember this picture from when I baked muffins a little while back?
And do you see that little light switch behind Oscar (my mixer)? Well I have lived in this apartment for 6 months and had never seen that switch before until I looked at the picture on my very own blog and on a separate occasion from the dishwasher episode. What the heck?! When this happened, I raced to the kitchen to play with the switch, only to be disappointed that it didn’t make a House Elf appear or a mystery pantry light turn on. I gave up and moved on, forgetting all about the switch until Saturday night.
But then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. When I played with that switch, I must have shut off the dishwasher.
The switch is now turned to “on” and the dishwasher is humming away in the kitchen. Problem solved.
Got anything you need me to fix? I’m a real Bob Vila these days.