Thursday, May 11, 2006
Whatever it is, I'm sorry
Whatever it is, I'm sorry...
If I believed in such things, I would think that I must have offended some god somewhere and am being punished for said offense. If that's true, I think I deserve to know the nature of my offense at the very least.
First, I get scammed by an online scheme which pissed me off - not because the scammers are bottom-feeding low-life scum, but because I fell into the trap so easily. I pride myself on my internet "savvy" - and falling prey to a scheme after years of due dilligence of researching, cost-comparing, merchant rating, et al... well, it had me reeling. Add to that my extremely low expectation that my credit card company will come through for me on the disputed charge and you have a double shot of godammit to choke on.
That was followed by my seven year old washer breaking down. Again, I'd prided myself on the deal I got with the washer and dryer when I bought them, and they were Maytags, for crying out loud. But, I got quite a lecture from the repairman who informed my my Maytag wasn't really a Maytag and, in fact, there really aren't any true Maytags anymore and that they are junk. He said he wouldn't put 'em in his house and that only brand he would put in his house was a Whirlpool. So, since the cost of repairing the damn Maytag was as much as new washer would be, I dumped it and bought a Whirlpool that very afternoon.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, a lightnening bolt strikes in my backyard and I learn the definition of haywire. I'm watching TV and for a nano-second, I think it explodes when I hear - not thunder - but a loud bang right on top of the flash of light. It's intact, fortunately, but then there's a loud "pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop," coming from the study. My Homemedics Massage Chair Seat has flipped on and is in a mode of manic self gratification which I unceremoniously interrupt by unplugging it immediately.
After assuring that the house wasn't on fire, I then discovered the EFT outlets in the kitchen and garage have all tripped and the AC unit is futzed. I spent a good hour trouble-shooting and got the AC back on. My lap-top was OK, but I dared not risk turning on the big computer. I didn't want to know if it'd been fried, yet, and so put that off until the next day. It survived, but the cable DSL and my phone service (provided by the cable folks) was dead.... so no internet, no phone, no luck.
And my garage door opener wasn't working either and refused to re-sync the code with the remote.
Perhaps it's a sign that it's time to start stocking up on non-pershibales and preparing for the 2012 crises, no?
Or maybe it's just the universe adjusting the underwear in its crack.
If I believed in such things, I would think that I must have offended some god somewhere and am being punished for said offense. If that's true, I think I deserve to know the nature of my offense at the very least.
First, I get scammed by an online scheme which pissed me off - not because the scammers are bottom-feeding low-life scum, but because I fell into the trap so easily. I pride myself on my internet "savvy" - and falling prey to a scheme after years of due dilligence of researching, cost-comparing, merchant rating, et al... well, it had me reeling. Add to that my extremely low expectation that my credit card company will come through for me on the disputed charge and you have a double shot of godammit to choke on.
That was followed by my seven year old washer breaking down. Again, I'd prided myself on the deal I got with the washer and dryer when I bought them, and they were Maytags, for crying out loud. But, I got quite a lecture from the repairman who informed my my Maytag wasn't really a Maytag and, in fact, there really aren't any true Maytags anymore and that they are junk. He said he wouldn't put 'em in his house and that only brand he would put in his house was a Whirlpool. So, since the cost of repairing the damn Maytag was as much as new washer would be, I dumped it and bought a Whirlpool that very afternoon.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, a lightnening bolt strikes in my backyard and I learn the definition of haywire. I'm watching TV and for a nano-second, I think it explodes when I hear - not thunder - but a loud bang right on top of the flash of light. It's intact, fortunately, but then there's a loud "pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop," coming from the study. My Homemedics Massage Chair Seat has flipped on and is in a mode of manic self gratification which I unceremoniously interrupt by unplugging it immediately.
After assuring that the house wasn't on fire, I then discovered the EFT outlets in the kitchen and garage have all tripped and the AC unit is futzed. I spent a good hour trouble-shooting and got the AC back on. My lap-top was OK, but I dared not risk turning on the big computer. I didn't want to know if it'd been fried, yet, and so put that off until the next day. It survived, but the cable DSL and my phone service (provided by the cable folks) was dead.... so no internet, no phone, no luck.
And my garage door opener wasn't working either and refused to re-sync the code with the remote.
Perhaps it's a sign that it's time to start stocking up on non-pershibales and preparing for the 2012 crises, no?
Or maybe it's just the universe adjusting the underwear in its crack.
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