wait... what?

So as some of you may know, I've been working a fancy admin job for about 2 months now. Since it's an office job, I do tend to get dressed up for work. I had a few work appropriate outfits with me in Guam but I had to have my mom mail me the rest of my work wardrobe because, let's be honest, there was no more room in my suitcase when I moved here. I also didn't see the point of bringing work clothes with me as getting a job here is like a shot in the dark.

Anywho, so my mom mailed me my work clothes (thank you, mother) and, after being shipped over here on a slow boat to Shanghai, basically everything needed to be washed. Most of the garments were accepted by my washer & dryer but a few had to be dry cleaned.

The dry cleaning pile sat around for a good couple of weeks until one day I decided to get my act together and take my clothes to the cleaners. Unfortunately, I had not seen any dry cleaners in my neighborhood so I googled "dry cleaner guam." So simple, right? Wrong. Totally wrong. Every damn result was for places that sell industrial dry cleaning equipment. It's like everything on this island is a well kept secret.

My husband mentioned to me awhile ago that there might be a dry cleaner on the Navy base. Neither of us had any idea where it was or if it even existed so I started searching the internets for some sign of a dry cleaner on base. Once again I came up with nothing. I finally text my friend to see if she had ever seen any signs of this cryptid dry cleaner. It was a miracle! There is a dry cleaner on base and it's located in the........ furniture store?!!?! WHAT?!

Not believing my friend for a second, I picked up my dry cleaning pile, drove straight to base, and went in the furniture store. Mind you, I left my pile of clothes in the car because, not believing my friend, I wasn't about to walk into the furniture store like an idiot with a pile of clothes. Lo and behold there was a dry cleaner inside the furniture store! I walked over to the room and went in to make sure it was open before I went out to get my clothes. Just as everything is in Guam, there were a bajillion signs all over the place with random instructions and warnings and "we have the right to refuse service to anyone" crap. Every business and government office pretty much looks like this from Harry Potter:

There was no one at the desk when I walked in but there was a sign that said "Ring Bell for Service" but, alas, there was no bell. Just as I was giving up and walking out, a girl came in to help me. She probably thought I was furniture shopping since I didn't come in to the store with a pile of clothes. Sheesh.