Thursday, December 30, 2010

Halle - freakin' - lujuah!

If I knew how to make this blog play the Hallelujah chorus right now, I would make it do that:


So far, that is. 

My prediction about Sears not sending two people came true, and the guy they sent told me it wasn't the dryer but the dryer vent.  I could feel my blood starting to boil.  And how.  Its been a month.  I think I've been enormously patient.  Tears sprang into my eyes.  I told the repair guy calmly that the following tirade was not at all personal, then I started ranting and sniffling and freaking out.  Turns out this may have fixed the dryer because he was ready to leave, but then to appease the crazy lady he climbed around back there and did God knows what, and now the dryer is working.  It is heating up, it is spinning, it isn't soaking the back of my house in steam, and I can finally wash those sheets. 

I'll be keeping a very close eye on it, and I will be calling the vent cleaning place and giving them a piece of my mind.  What an effing ordeal!  I will also be nominating Miguel, from Sears Home Service, for the national medal of honor.  Or the Nobel peace prize.  Or an Oscar.  Or People's sexiest man alive.  Or all of the above. 

There are many things about this whole process that have bothered me, but what is bothering me most today is that the girlie-girl had to cry and pitch a hissy fit to get her dryer fixed after a month and 5 service people.  I am a strong woman.  I am not a big cryer, never have been.  But I am wondering weather the dryer would have been fixed properly the first time if I had just squeezed out a few tears to begin with.  I wonder if it would have been fixed properly the first time if Rob had been home to spew some extra testosterone instead of the silly little housewife who has no choice but to believe every macho repair man that comes to this house and passes the buck. 

I am also of the belief that the appliance repair overlords want you to freak out and have a fit, so you will forget about fixing that ten year-old dryer and just buy the new shiny one.  And also, that some repair people are just plain lazy, and they don't want to have to move the machine and get behind it and finish the job they started, they just want to leave you in the lurch and let the next guy deal with it. 

I thank you for hanging in there with me for the last month, I wont bore you with dryer stories any more.  Until it breaks again.  Like, tomorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I just found your blog and you are hilarious! We just went though hell with our dishwasher and it was the same thing. I ended up crying (not purposely) and they fixed it. Kinda sad, huh?