Craig took Emily skating at one of our town's 5 outdoor rinks last weekend. Thank goodness she inherited some of her Dad's athleticism. She's a natural.
Friday, December 21, 2007
A Christmas Miracle!
Although Trail Appliances told me that a new dishwasher would take 8 weeks to receive, apparently, my husband has stronger powers of persuasion. A brand new washer will arrive and be installed tomorrow afternoon. Amazing!
What will I blog about now??
What will I blog about now??
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
This is My Formal Declaration of War on Trail Appliances
Yesterday, after enduring too many days of chapped hands and fogged up glasses, I put down my dish soap and rag and exited my role as a 1950's housewife. That's right, I loaded up and started my new dishwasher. I haven't had one in a while but I don't ever remember them running a wash cycle for 4 1/2 hours. Strange, I think to myself, but maybe I pressed the wrong button. I'm not sure why there would be a day long wash cycle button but anyways...let's try again. Oh wait, the door won't stay closed. Even when I slam my entire body weight against it and hold it shut, it mocks me and pops right back open the second I back off a fraction.
I call what should be my private line to eventually make my way through to the service department. Although I can barely speak through my clenched teeth, I manage to convey that yes, I have had the dishwasher for over a week but no, I haven't used it until now. No, I didn't buy the extended warranty but I was under the impression that if it comes to my house broken, that's not really my fault. She promises to send someone over tomorrow who will call me to give me my own personal "2 hour window".
Larry, the fixer guy/Jack Daniels afficionado, later calls and leaves a message that he will be here today between 2:30 and 4:30 which is exactly when I need to go pick up my little niblet from her day of schooling and sledding. I call the service department and ask for a different time. The comotose "Service Specialist" says she will get in touch with Larry and call me right back. 2 1/4 hours later I phone Sleepy back. She's slightly unsure she ever actually spoke to me but tells me "LOOK, let me just talk to Larry and I'll call you back when I know what's going on, OK!!??" Apparently, I've angered her by insisting she provide me with some sort of mediocre service. If she doesn't call me back in the next hour, I'm getting out my voo-doo doll.
I call what should be my private line to eventually make my way through to the service department. Although I can barely speak through my clenched teeth, I manage to convey that yes, I have had the dishwasher for over a week but no, I haven't used it until now. No, I didn't buy the extended warranty but I was under the impression that if it comes to my house broken, that's not really my fault. She promises to send someone over tomorrow who will call me to give me my own personal "2 hour window".
Larry, the fixer guy/Jack Daniels afficionado, later calls and leaves a message that he will be here today between 2:30 and 4:30 which is exactly when I need to go pick up my little niblet from her day of schooling and sledding. I call the service department and ask for a different time. The comotose "Service Specialist" says she will get in touch with Larry and call me right back. 2 1/4 hours later I phone Sleepy back. She's slightly unsure she ever actually spoke to me but tells me "LOOK, let me just talk to Larry and I'll call you back when I know what's going on, OK!!??" Apparently, I've angered her by insisting she provide me with some sort of mediocre service. If she doesn't call me back in the next hour, I'm getting out my voo-doo doll.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Video of the Day
This makes me laugh until my stomach cramps. For those of you who don't know, this is the "Michael" of the UK's The Office.
Today I am beginning to wonder if I have somehow offended the Appliance Gods. After fighting with the delivery men to actually deliver my stove, fridge and dishwasher the day they promised, the deliverers broke off the leg of my gorgeous new stove. No problem, until I learn that they won't be by to fix it for another week and a half. Somehow, the piece of cardboard they wedge in for the meantime doesn't inspire confidence while I'm boiling huge vats of water for spaghetti directly above a fighting dog and five year old.
Today, the cavalry arrives in the form of a sullen 20 year old whose main focus is answering his cell phone as it rings for the 72nd time whilst he is laid across my kitchen floor attempting (and I use that term loosely) to screw on a new leg. Now, I will be the first to admit, DIY is not my strong point. The walls in my last house can attest to that as I placed no fewer than 8 drywall plugs simply trying to hang a small bathroom mirror. Somehow though, I believe that inserting a plastic foot into a pre-drilled hole does not require a full 35 minutes. Normally this would not bother me too much but today, my teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, ferocious moron of a dog decided this kid was the enemy and tried to nip at his legs if I did not carry her around like a football the entire time. Maybe the nipping would have sped him up...hmmm...something to remember for the next time.
Dishwasher installation time. After an hour and $140.00 the plumber announces that there are no brackets to attach the dishwasher to the counter top. I can run water through the washer but if I try to open the door the whole thing flops out of the hole. Excellent! Just what I wanted, an empty box that sprays water and tips over if you touch it.
Apparently, it will take Trail Appliances 3 days to get the proper part. I will be pro-rating my dish soap costs as well as adding punitive damages for dish pan hands.
Today, the cavalry arrives in the form of a sullen 20 year old whose main focus is answering his cell phone as it rings for the 72nd time whilst he is laid across my kitchen floor attempting (and I use that term loosely) to screw on a new leg. Now, I will be the first to admit, DIY is not my strong point. The walls in my last house can attest to that as I placed no fewer than 8 drywall plugs simply trying to hang a small bathroom mirror. Somehow though, I believe that inserting a plastic foot into a pre-drilled hole does not require a full 35 minutes. Normally this would not bother me too much but today, my teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, ferocious moron of a dog decided this kid was the enemy and tried to nip at his legs if I did not carry her around like a football the entire time. Maybe the nipping would have sped him up...hmmm...something to remember for the next time.
Dishwasher installation time. After an hour and $140.00 the plumber announces that there are no brackets to attach the dishwasher to the counter top. I can run water through the washer but if I try to open the door the whole thing flops out of the hole. Excellent! Just what I wanted, an empty box that sprays water and tips over if you touch it.
Apparently, it will take Trail Appliances 3 days to get the proper part. I will be pro-rating my dish soap costs as well as adding punitive damages for dish pan hands.
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