Hot, Hard Work
I'm here to confirm that. The summer I graduated from high school I worked in a hospital as a summer replacement in housekeeping. Our supervisor's office was just before the entry to the laundry. Her office was air conditioned; the laundry was not. Toward the end of the summer, something happened in the laundry to cause them to fall way behind so 3 or 4 of us guys who were summer replacements were asked to put in 2 hour shifts in the laundry. We changed into some type of scrubs and gloves and loaded dirty linen from the room where it fell from the chute into tubs and pushed it to the laundry and then loaded it into the cascade double wide. It was a hot place, but they had big fans to keep a breeze going. Of course, I was like a pig in cool mud with all of that machinery and people who would answer questions about the operation. Across the front of the washer was a trough where the doors closed in the down position. When the cylinder took off clockwise or toward the back, an inch or so of water would surge up along the base of the doors. At the end of our rotation, which came all too soon for me, we had to shower with Phisohex. I still wound up getting a staph infection and had to go to the doctor for some topical oinkment.
It could not be classified as anything but hard, hot, dirty work, but the floors were kept very clean, especially between the washer and the extractor where we mopped after each unloading of dripping wet wash into the two halves of the extractor basket. I never quite understood how anything could be strong enough to hold those two halves together while spinning.
There was a large canopy over the ironer to carry off a lot of the heat and there was a lot of heat because the hotter it was, the faster the speed at which it could be operated and still turn out dry linen. Like the dryers, it was heated with steam coils, but one weekend when the laundry was down, the hospital electricians put in a bar of heat lamps to provide more heat so it could be speeded up.
In one of the historic pictures Mac shared with us, there was a woman folding all by herself. That must have been in one of the laundries Laundress wrote about where the flatwork out of the ironer was stacked up for folding later.