11th hour save...
Mar. 31st, 2006 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisSo... the big event - the one bit I had been waiting for since forever - was the installation of the dishwasher. I smelled trouble when the installer was here on Wednesday. Sheri knew it and I'm sure had the same thoughts but did nothing about it. She didn't follow up, she didn't confirm. And, of course, the installer didn't show. She called him and he assured her that it was not on his schedule and he didn't know anything about it and maybe he could come next Wednesday.
I did not handle the news well. A bit o' a melt down actually. I was so pissed.
And Sheri was waltzing her photographer and his assistant around and not nearly focused enough on the problem at hand. So while she was with them, I just decided that my melting down was not helping. So when she got back from escorting the photographer out, I told her that I did not want that installer back in my house. I wanted the dishwasher installed as soon as possible but I refuse to pay him one more penny.
And the indoor wall fixing guys came back to clean up to leave stuff for the weekend.
Sheri and I were discussing the situation and she said she would do her level best to find someone to do it tomorrow. About that time, Bruce - the really nice fall fix it guy, said 'I can install you dishwasher if you want.' It took a while for him to convince us that he wasn't kidding. He said that he would do it as soon as he was off the clock at 3:30. This was 3:15.
And... he did!!! He actually fucking did and he took the old one and threw it into the dumpster. The no show installer was going to charge $125. I told Sheri to ask Bruce how he would like payment (check or cash) and he said cash was good but he could go either way. I keep a $100 bill hidden in the house just in case and I had $80 in my wallet. I gave her $140 cash. I would like for her to have given it all to him but she escorted him out and said she'd settle with him on the way out. I'll find out and if she didn't give him all of it then I'll give him the rest on Monday when he's back to paint my wall.
But, meanwhile I have two dishwasher drawers. And they are beautiful. And I'm starving.
Dinner time here! What a fucking day! I'm whipped.
I did not handle the news well. A bit o' a melt down actually. I was so pissed.
And Sheri was waltzing her photographer and his assistant around and not nearly focused enough on the problem at hand. So while she was with them, I just decided that my melting down was not helping. So when she got back from escorting the photographer out, I told her that I did not want that installer back in my house. I wanted the dishwasher installed as soon as possible but I refuse to pay him one more penny.
And the indoor wall fixing guys came back to clean up to leave stuff for the weekend.
Sheri and I were discussing the situation and she said she would do her level best to find someone to do it tomorrow. About that time, Bruce - the really nice fall fix it guy, said 'I can install you dishwasher if you want.' It took a while for him to convince us that he wasn't kidding. He said that he would do it as soon as he was off the clock at 3:30. This was 3:15.
And... he did!!! He actually fucking did and he took the old one and threw it into the dumpster. The no show installer was going to charge $125. I told Sheri to ask Bruce how he would like payment (check or cash) and he said cash was good but he could go either way. I keep a $100 bill hidden in the house just in case and I had $80 in my wallet. I gave her $140 cash. I would like for her to have given it all to him but she escorted him out and said she'd settle with him on the way out. I'll find out and if she didn't give him all of it then I'll give him the rest on Monday when he's back to paint my wall.
But, meanwhile I have two dishwasher drawers. And they are beautiful. And I'm starving.
Dinner time here! What a fucking day! I'm whipped.
