I Am Not A Dishwasher

Some of you know from the post below that I have recently moved to a new apartment. The longer I live here, the more apparent it is becoming that I don't know how to live in my new apartment. I have called maintenance several times to have them come out and show me a very simple answer to my problem.

Like how to open a window. (There was a "secret" latch.)

By this point I'm sure they think I have never lived on my own. Most recently I called because the dishwasher wasn't working. If you know me (or have read previous posts from www.CrazySaysWhat.com), you know I don't wash dishes, I just throw them away because I am so disgusted by hand washing them.

Sidenote: Is this a cause and effect relationship between waiting tables for so many years?

The maintenance man comes and is very polite and cheerful, but you can tell he is tired of hearing about the oddities of this apartment.

"The dishwasher won't work," I tell him. I show him how I closed the latch all the way, pushed all the buttons for my settings and it simply wouldn't turn on.

"I'll show you a trick he says." He points to the switches on the wall. "This one is for your garbage disposal."

Okay, check, got it. Already knew that.

"And this one is for your dishwasher."

Huh?

He explains its so you can set the settings one time on the machine, then when you want to wash the dishes inside, you close the latch and flip the light switch on the wall.

Well okay then. I have never heard of this. I do not know anyone who has a dishwashing system like this. I begin to suspect that as the apartment was being built, the electrician forgot something so they are turning a mistake into a selling point.

Your thoughts?