passing the time
September 26, 2007
Yesterday at 3:30 the repairman made it to my house. I opened the door and he walked through my foyer, still filled with weight equipment that my husband has promised me will be moved soon, so hopefully I will not have to put the Christmas tree up behind it and string garland around the weights. The we walked through my dining room which is 2/3 filled with huge boxes that contain my kitchen cabinets. And into my half torn out kitchen.
I didn’t correct him when said, “Oh, I see you just moved in.”
He checked out the refrigerator, fiddled with it for awhile and then said, “This can not be repaired. You need a new one.” I suspected as much.
I asked about the freezer that they can not seem to find anyone to repair for me. The repairman laughed and said that everyone who does refrigerator repair also does freezer repair. But he could not do it right then because he wasn’t sent on a freezer service call. Of course not. Nothing can be easy.
So I call FRIGIDAIRE for what is seriously the twelfth time. And I am given the run around yet again. Transfered and put on hold until I finally had to get on with my life and hang up. At this point I have told them I expect a new freezer also. I just don’t think that brand new appliances should have problems.
I could probably complain more, but I’ll stop myself.
In other news, my suitcase from BlogHer is finally completely unpacked. Rob wanted to use the bag for an upcoming trip. The contents might be on top of my bureau, but they are no longer in the suitcase.
I will now begin passing the time and checking out my front door window every five minutes looking for the UPS man with my new camera.
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