I will not be blogging today, as planned.
I was going to visit all of your blogs, and read (at least, with comment (if possible, and hopefully so). I was going to write about grief, awards, ask about blogreaders (because Technorati is SO OFF MY EFFING LIST!!!), and add a new link or so to the Hump Day Hmm, below.
I had other plans too: a nap (because the body isn't doing well and I can't make it eight hours up any longer, and we have Parent Orientation at school tonight, uhhh what's that, two weeks late?), some laundry, a bit of bathroom cleaning, play with Persistence, lunch with Patience at school, etc and so on.
But this plan has been interrupted.
As I already blew my top a paragraph or so back you can guess that my mild words and tone here are false.
I am OFF MY BLOODY EVER LOVING ROCKER WITH STORM RAGING GULF LEVEL FURY, and a SIDE OF KICK ASS CHAPPED HIDE.
Luckily for us all my children are not part of this situation and are fine because dudes, we SO DO NOT EVER want to see that level of Defcon. There might be some serious Julie Goes Rocker Dude and Bites Heads of Actual Live People, in that case.
Instead, I am mad and I am SO taking action. Do not screw with a Scorpio. That's a bad, bad, bad plan.
Two years ago I paid what is for us a blooming fortune to buy a brand-new Whirlpool Duet washer and dryer from Best Buy (note to others, no make that warning to others: DO NOT DO THIS). Those appliances have proved themselves to be incredibly costly pieces of crap. It took us two years to save up for them. And they have broken down at least once a quarter in the two years we've owned them.
Abe, my repair guy, practically has a key to my house.
That's how frequently we see each other.
Two breakdowns ago, Best Buy promised, one more breakdown and we'll declare those lemons and replace them.
Lies, damn lies.
The next breakdown Best Buy promised, next breakdown, which brings us to the current breakdown. This is total breakdown. My control panel, control board and thermister all must be replaced.
You'd think this would be enough for the promised replacement appliance.
No, no, instead I had to wait for new parts (with soaking wet linens mildewing...I'm sorry, what? Hang them outside to dry? Did you notice I live in the sub-tropics? It rains---by which I mean storms pouring rain---here EVERY DAY. There is no hanging laundry out to dry.)
I got the same song and dance, verse three, about next time...replacement appliance. Somehow, each repair doesn't quite meet their criteria for replacement
I laughed out loud, and not nicely, either.
So I sat around all day awaiting their convenience...they arrive, no parts. The parts are, apparently, lost. So, they asked me to wait until the find the parts they hadn't realized they'd lost.
I spend the day talking with one representative after another...ultimately ending with...they found the three parts and will come out later to repair my dryer.
But, you know what? I'm done with the pieces of crap called Whirlpool Duet. Done. Done with having to call because it's broken. Again. Done with calling and hoping this time qualifies me for the replacement unit. Done with waiting for repairmen and never knowing if I'll be able to wash and dry today (or not).
I want these units out of my home and my money---that blooming fortune I paid for these unreliable pieces of junk---refunded. I think Best Buy ought to demand Whirlpool refund them money for these units, too.
Instead...once again...I'm SOL.
Stuck with jury-rigged incredible expensive appliances that will hopefully last two months before breaking down again.
Just two years ago, I paid over $2000 for brand-new appliances that have turned into patched together hunks of junk.
It took us two years to save up that money.
I guess I better start saving up again. It doesn't look like these will last another two years.
And I had SO hoped to FINALLY update my kitchen and flooring in this house.
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