The situation: the a/c is leaking. The primary drain pan is broken. I called the warranty people. They sent out Company X. Company X RUSHES over, says, "Your shizz is broken. I will either order parts to repair or replace it. Give me a few days. Give me my $100 service fee check." I gave them a check and a few days.
Think this is what happened inside my brain.
August 17th - Contractor X has not gotten back to me. I called and left a message.
Maybe this is what happened.
Not exactly sure.
August 20th - Afternoon - Contractor X has not gotten back to me. I called and left a message.
Okay, this is really what happens when I have a period,
but I liked it for the blog, too.
August 21st - I called and left a message at Contractor X's place o'fuckitoffitness.
August 22nd - Contractor X has not gotten back to me. I called and twalked to Twinkie again. (Twalked, that's funny.) Twinkie said the tech would call me. (Twinkie also twalked like she hadn't twalked to me before because clearly she's related to my daughter's moron cat. Possibly first cousins.) (Now I want to sing, "I go out twalking after midnight," a la Patsy Cline.)
Okay, nothing to do with the blog, but I'm on a roll.
August 31st - Contractor X has not gotten back to me. I called and left a message on his cell phone.
September 4th - Contractor X has not gotten back to me. I called and left a message on his cell phone.
September 5th - I tried Contractor X's cell phone once last time. He answered and then immediately hung up on me. (His caller ID must not be working.) I said to myself, "Someone doesn't want to speak with me. I am dismayed. He must think I'll give in gracefully. Haha. He doesn't know me very well."
I'm thinking this is really disgusting when it
pops kind of like a snot bubble,
but it's supposed to be from the Trinity
Explosion, so I guess it's nuclear history.
Tomorrow I will call Warranty Wendy back. I hate contractors. I hate warranties. I hate toe cheese. Also I hate that little plastic ring on milk jugs but that's a whole different reason.