Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Ahem
So, could you tell I was a little pissed off yesterday? Just a little.
So here I sit in mis-matched clothes (you think I am kidding, I assure you, I'm not) and frankly I am no less pissed off today.
I called them back this morning and explained as nicely as I could through gritted teeth that I simply cannot wait until Tuesday for someone to come out, I have company coming in next weekend and lots to do before then, much of which involves my washing machine, and not only that I need clothes to wear and I simply and canNOT wait to have my washer fixed. So then she said someone can come on Monday. Well fucking yippee. How come yesterday they said Tuesday, then?
To top that off, there was a hissing sound coming from underneath my kitchen sink this morning for which I could not find the source. No water anywhere that I could see, at least. My uncle is on the case and should be calling me soon.
Yay.
So here I sit in mis-matched clothes (you think I am kidding, I assure you, I'm not) and frankly I am no less pissed off today.
I called them back this morning and explained as nicely as I could through gritted teeth that I simply cannot wait until Tuesday for someone to come out, I have company coming in next weekend and lots to do before then, much of which involves my washing machine, and not only that I need clothes to wear and I simply and canNOT wait to have my washer fixed. So then she said someone can come on Monday. Well fucking yippee. How come yesterday they said Tuesday, then?
To top that off, there was a hissing sound coming from underneath my kitchen sink this morning for which I could not find the source. No water anywhere that I could see, at least. My uncle is on the case and should be calling me soon.
Yay.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
My Revised Whirlpool Cabrio Review - and Conn's
I AM NEVER FUCKING BUYING ANY FUCKING THING FROM FUCKING CONNS EVER FUCKING AGAIN - AND NOTHING MADE BY WHIRLPOOL, EITHER.
And no I'm not disguising my fucks with pretty little webding font, either.
My 5-month-old formerly wonderful Whirlpool Cabrio washing machine is suddenly leaking water all over my garage floor. My uncle has checked the hoses and hose connections and says it has to be a problem with the washing machine itself. So I called Conn's service department, and no one can come until Tuesday, February 13. Today would be February 8, in case you hadn't noticed, and the 13 is 5 days away. I don't have enough clean clothes for tomorrow, nevermind 5 fucking days. Then, they're going to call that morning and give me a 2-hour time window. Marvelous. My work always really digs that kind of thing.
Then, and I relayed this prediction to Ms. Service Department (smartly leaving out the curse words since I am at work), I suppose they will come, having been given no idea of the nature of the problem although I have described it to them, then they will have to evaluate it, and end up having to order a mother fucking part and reschedule for probably another damn week out.
And what could I do about that, but snap "FINE!" and hang up.
Fuckers. And fucking Whirlpool. I know better than to be among the first to buy something. And since I've bought it, and there are finally other reviews out there, the consensus is that these things pretty much blow.
I am beginning to agree.
They are now for sale for the payoff of what I still owe, if you are interested.
But of course, why would you be?
And no I'm not disguising my fucks with pretty little webding font, either.
My 5-month-old formerly wonderful Whirlpool Cabrio washing machine is suddenly leaking water all over my garage floor. My uncle has checked the hoses and hose connections and says it has to be a problem with the washing machine itself. So I called Conn's service department, and no one can come until Tuesday, February 13. Today would be February 8, in case you hadn't noticed, and the 13 is 5 days away. I don't have enough clean clothes for tomorrow, nevermind 5 fucking days. Then, they're going to call that morning and give me a 2-hour time window. Marvelous. My work always really digs that kind of thing.
Then, and I relayed this prediction to Ms. Service Department (smartly leaving out the curse words since I am at work), I suppose they will come, having been given no idea of the nature of the problem although I have described it to them, then they will have to evaluate it, and end up having to order a mother fucking part and reschedule for probably another damn week out.
And what could I do about that, but snap "FINE!" and hang up.
Fuckers. And fucking Whirlpool. I know better than to be among the first to buy something. And since I've bought it, and there are finally other reviews out there, the consensus is that these things pretty much blow.
I am beginning to agree.
They are now for sale for the payoff of what I still owe, if you are interested.
But of course, why would you be?
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
My COLTS Did It!!!!
They won the Superbowl!! Can I pick 'em, or what? Yeeeeehaaaaaaaw!
Unfortunately I am short on time or I would expand on that. Tomorrow, perhaps.
Unfortunately I am short on time or I would expand on that. Tomorrow, perhaps.
Ok, All You Junk-Comment Posting Bastards
I have deleted all of your stupid crap. Since I haven't done it in some time, it kept me busy for a minute or two. I think if I delete them as I go, then it happens less.
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