Tami: Valerie probably would prefer telling in person where she can gain full value from expressions and contortions! Something makes me think you know a bit about what her story includes. It is best told in the presence of beverages.
Others: As for laundry soap. Valerie wouldn't let me help on last cruise because I had an injury, but she'd lug a couple of loads to the torture chamber in the middle of the night, or 5 a.m., and find the place busy even then. But I determined that there were a lot of morons in the laundry when she was there.
Worst problem, oversoaping the HE front loaders with soap. HE machines sense small loads and use less water, among other things. One morning the deck was awash with suds; another, some rich b***h bragging that her maid usually did this for her had loaded tennies, silky unmentionables and colors together, and don't try to tell her what to do! (And why, if she can afford a maid, can't she send a bag of duds to the ship's cleaners?) We laughed trying to decide how her load turned out.
I'm glad my room isn't across from the laundry. Traffic, noise, soap scent.
I knew a retired Navy chief who worked for a government contractor. He'd be sent aboard Navy ships for technical support. He always saved his worn-out skivvies and socks for cruises, then

deep-six them rather than fight with laundering! A genius! (God bless him -- Pearl Harbor survivor of the West Virginia.)
bob