Monday, May 4, 2009

Getting in to Hot Water


The hot water situation here in the Philippines is... well... crap, for lack of a better word. Well, actually I have a better word, but I’m trying to keep the blog as PG as possible. Here in the Philippines there is no hot water tank locked away in a closet, nor does the hot water flow freely between every faucet in the house. Let me show you my hot water heater...



Lovely isn’t it? In case you can’t tell, it is the box adjacent to the shower head. Each shower has an individual water heater attached to it. Which in theory means you will never run out of hot water while taking a shower. And you can set the heater to whichever temperature you like, and it will automatically come on at that temperature. Unfortunately, this theory does not apply if your water heater chooses not to come on at all. Which was the case this morning.

However, I had just finished day 2 of the 90 day challenge and I didn’t really mind it all that much.

What is annoying is that there is no hot water coming out of any of my sinks. You can’t wash your hands with hot water, or the dishes for that matter, and it’s definitely not coming out of my pain in the ass washing machine.

To be completely honest, I usually only wash my hands in public bathrooms. And only if other people are in the bathroom. (I don’t want them to think I’m gross.) But really, washing your hands in those bathrooms are a huge pain. Especially if they are trying to be all environmental with the hand dryers. If that’s the case I don’t even bother. You have to stand under those things forever... I’m usually over it in about 10 seconds and just wipe my hands on my clothes.

And washing dishes in hot water makes my hands all pruney, and since I don’t have the luxury of a dishwasher... I’ll just get salmonella.

And don’t get me started again about the washing machine, I guess I’m just lucky to get running water out there at all.

But the thing that drives me really crazy is that I don’t have hot water in my bath tub. What the hell is the point? I guess they think since it is so hot here I will use it as an indoor pool? That’s not really what I had in mine when I looked at the house and saw the tub built for two.



Some how a glass of wine, candles and a good book aren’t really the same in a cold bath tub. And where am I supposed to go whenever Lee pisses me off? Granted, in Houston we lived in a one bedroom apartment with no walls, the bathroom was the only place I could go. But now the bath tub has become my spot.

Hot water in the bath tub is first on my list of things to do. I need hot water in the bath tub before I need a washing machine. And that’s pretty bad.



PS: After reading this entry, Lee has made a new discovery regarding the tub. Apparently, the removable shower head can reach from the shower to the tub, so I might be able to fill the tub with hot water... I’m skeptical, but we’ll see.

But those things really don’t bother me that much... I don’t wash my hands that often anyway.