The chore I really can't stand is ironing. I share a flat in Dubai with two other nurses from Kerala, and we split the housework, but ironing is personal, so I'm stuck with my own.
I have to do it at least twice a week, because my hospital uniforms have to look crisp and my mother has drilled into me that you never leave the house in a creased shirt. I usually do it on Sunday evening and again midweek. I set up the ironing board in the corner of the living room, put on a podcast to distract myself, and work through the pile. I start with uniforms, then any shirts for going out, and I always leave the most awkward things, like cotton kurtas with lots of pleats, until last, which is probably a mistake because by then I'm tired and impatient.
There are a few reasons I dislike it. The first is that it feels endless. You spend an hour on a pile of clothes, and two days later it's back again. Unlike cooking, you don't get to enjoy a meal at the end of it. Secondly, it's physically uncomfortable. Our flat gets very warm, and standing over a hot iron in Dubai's climate is not pleasant, even with the air conditioning on. And thirdly, I'm not very good at it. I often iron a new crease into a sleeve while trying to remove another one, which is maddening. To be honest, if I could hand over just one chore to someone else, this would be the one, though I must admit a neatly pressed uniform does make me feel more professional.