I mean I want to see all the colors, smartass.
On the other hand, I imagine that if I did get “cured” at this late date everything would look weird to me.
The dryer is avocado in color - we’re pretty sure it was brought here when the house was built in '75. There’s a receipt taped to the wall that bears this out. At this point, since they have my money (tho it’s not to late to put a stop pay on the check) they’re going to fix it or replace it per the warranty.
I ain’t taking to guff from none of 'em!
Crikey, Earlene? They should at least have the creativity to call her Countess.
Oddly enough, I’ve known a lot of Asian people who took very unusual English names, such as Ludwig, Cedric, Ingrid, Wayson, Sewell…
Oooh Oooh pick me!!!
I just threw a hissy fit in the home improvement warehouse store near me as I demanded a refund for the roll of flooring they totally screwed up! They were very lucky I didn’t have them come to my house and pick up the cabinetry and refund me that money too.
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Maybe the heating element is burned out, but the ends of the breaks make intermittent contact? I’ve seen this happen in a potting oven oven. Drove the repair tech nuts until he figured it out.
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Maybe the dryer just wants a new color, and won’t work until you renovate it, too. 
AND WE WERE GREATFUL!!!
I’ve been hissy-fitting here to beat the band! Like it matters. I have to take another afternoon off from work because they don’t schedule any service calls after 2:30 or on Saturdays. Service. Right.
I am not troubleshooting any more. I don’t care what the problem is. I want it fixed or I want a new dryer. Period. I am not happy. I am now going down to the basement to hang a bunch of wet clothes on my indoor clotheslines. I shall bitch about it the whole time.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Luxury.
You know, it rare when I pitch a consumer hissy fit. However, when I do, woe to those who are the target of my ire. I come across all nice and easy going, you know; “doormat” material. What a perfect disguise. I start off extra nice and usually will get what I need. But, when I am unhappy, people know it. I somehow manage to send off some very menacing vibes. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t scream or curse. My voice gets very low, very flat and my enunciation is impeccable. If they are still resistant to my demands, I start throwing in words like Better Business Bureau, Consumer Division of the State Attorney General, etc. It almost always works. It is rare when the bad service/retail provider fails to heed me.
On the rare occasion the situation is not rectified to my satisfaction I have taken appropriate action and been duly compensated later. I start writing letters to the appropriate people and voila!, situation is resolved. This is a last resort for me however; I’ve only had to do this about three times.
I really hope your dryer gets fixed or replaced, FCM. Winter is not the time for a dryer to give out.
There will be a letter to the warranty company and the repair company when this is all over. I’m in the fortunate situation where I’m in training, so getting time off is pretty easy. Plus I earn enough vacation that I generally have time on the books. But having to use vacation TWICE in one week for something as mundane as this doth piss me off. They don’t make appointments for 3PM??? I’m home by 3 - I wouldn’t have to take time off. You’d think after pissing me off today, they’d be accommodating…
OK, chill… this isn’t the Pit.
I am not happy. I need a hug. And a drink.
matt_mcl, welcome to the MMP. Be sure to send FCM chocolate.
FCM you need to be taken out to dinner tonight. You need to unwind with your favorite beverage of choice, a nice meal and a super decadent chocolate dessert. This has been decreed. It must be done.
And don’t be surprised if a chandelier mysteriously appears on your doorstep one dark night.
I think the spear and magic helmet was Wagner. I’m not sure 'cause I have neither the patience or the padding to sit through a 12 hour opera.
Going back and reading my previous post, (I have to keep track of where I am in my lifeline you know), I realize that I misspelled torsion. I blame it on the Republicans. OR avocado appliances, which I hate, or avocados, of which I’m not too fond either, except in gack-a-moley, with marguaritas on the side. How the Hell do you spell margarita anyway?
I’m still grumpy.
So what were we talking about? Oh yeah {{{{{{{FCM}}}}}}}
And I don’t hug just anybody.
Unfortunately, we dined out last night, and our budget can’t accommodate that 2 nights in a row. Plus the pork chops are thawing…
Unless you’re picking up the tab???
Awww, thanks for the hug, {{{Bumb}}} - yer a bud!
The internet has not been letting me on, so you hav ebeen deprived of my presence almost all day for some of you, and a half day for those of you that live in the proper side of the world.
I don’t have pictures of my kitty. And if I did, they would be on a camera so old that modern technology would laugh at any attempt to reproduce them on the internet. Remember me, folks? I’m the one who doesn’t use a cell phone, doesn’t know how to IM, has never played Nintendo, Playstation or whatever, and who, although I know the fax is magic, still thinks digital has something to do with one’s fingers. I will have one of my friends from this century come over and take some pictures after my little darling has settled in a bit more.
For those of you that still posess enough imagination to build a picture in your head, Kali is a black, shorthaired kitty, with just a glistening of white on her chest and one ear. Both eyes are green, so her collar is green to match. She is about six pounds in weight, with a long, fairly slim body and long tail. Her paws, in particular, are like velvet and her purr is soft and mellow, radiating contentment and calm. Kali is somewhat vocal, although I’m not sure what she is saying (yet). She usually seems to be telling me (when she is in a different room than me) that she is lonely and wants some cuddling or playtime, but that she wants me to come to her, because, after all, she is the cat. She was especially vocal last night when I was on the computer, although I distracted her by opening the closet door and giving her a new place to explore.
She is to be my main, if not only focus when she is in my arms–no lap for her, no, Kali claims the area right under my chin, or half over a shoulder. It’s okay if I’m watching TV, but she’s not going to compete for my attention with a book or magazine–it’s read or cuddle, not both. This may be why she dislikes me being in the computer room as well. There is room for her on my lap, but she would have to share me and that doesn’t seem to be in the cards.
She did not destroy anything in my bedroom being left alone all of yesterday, and didn’t find anything to break while on her night-time explorations. She uses the cat box without fail, and has decided upon an entry rug as her preferred scratching area of the moment, a perfectly acceptable decision as far as I’m concerned (though I will be getting her more scratching options–the entire length of my couch is exposed, and I think this may be too great a temptation for my darling). I may let her have the run of the house tomorrow while I’m at work, perhaps she just needs a bigger area to destroy. Kali seems a bit interested in heights, and I do have things that would break if she, say decided to take a walk on my mantle and thought something was in her way, but my most valuable breakables are in an enclosed curio cabinet, so she’ll have to content herself by knocking down the CD collection and stepping on a stuffed animal or two.
Okay, I’ll confess. I’ve never actually eaten a Little Debbie’s product–I grew up in Hostess v. Dolly Madison country and never even saw a Little Debbie’s Snack Cake or whatever until Safeway began carrying them a few years ago. Hostess, however horrid, are waaaaaay better than Dolly Madison (which seems to have perfected the technique of instataneous staleness). So, how do LIttle Debbie’s treats stack up against Dolly’s?
Don’t mind me, I’ll just lay here all crumpled in a little sniffly ball. Woooaaaooaaaa, snerf, snERF! Some sort of creeping crud reached out and smacked me up one side and down the other, but just for a couple of days. Then I thought I’d go back to work yesterday and the creeping crud disagreed with me and so I went back home. Where I took some medicine and fell into a coma for seven hours. But now I’m better, except for boogers from hell. They won’t blow! So I missed FairyChatMom’s birthday and I feel awful, and not because I’m sick awful, the so very sorry not to be here to wish you another year closer to death awful. Snerfle…
My name is pretty cool, except for being completely impossible for singing the Name Game song. Also, everybody thinks my nickname is spelled Ronnie, but it’s NOT. It’s Roni, short for VeRONIca. See? Also Swampy, your parents are wrong. Your name is Robert or Andrew or William. Their pen seems to have slipped when they were filling out forms at the hospital. My grandparents did the same thing to my aunt, Thedadelle.
A kitty named Kallie would be a very nice thing. In the Dollmaker the young daughter who died tragically, was named Kallie, though, wasn’t she? Or was that her imaginary friend, hmmm… keep the little kitty away from trainyards all the same. Our very first kitten was named Cali, short for Calico, because she was a calico cat. What can I say? I was five and my previous naming effort was a canary named Pinkie, so really, Cali was a great improvement, though lacking a certain charming surreality. Pictures please!
Also, brownies would be very delicious, but somebody wants to lose ten pounds. So speaking of brownies and other delicious schnackies is just kinda cruel. Usta be partial to Suzie Qs myself.
How many arms does she have? I’m thinking eight. That would be pretty cool. Easier to hang from, say, chandeliers.
You know what I mean, with a name like Kali and all.
How do you roast a chicken and bake five loaves of bread in the same oven at the same time?
Maybe I’ll do the chicken tomorrow.
I’ve decided I’m too lazy to go to class tonight. I’ll do it on Thursday, instead, and spend the evening tidying and baking. The only problem is that I don’t have enough interesting and distracting books around, so I might have to go to the library. I keep giving the cats ‘Let’s-all-work-together-and-get-the-chores-done’ pep talks, but it’s not working. It didn’t work when Mr. Lissar was giving Bailey ‘You’re-a-tough-cat-and-you’re-certainly-NOT-afraid-of-the-floor’ speeches, either.
Poor Bailey. He flipped out earlier today because he discovered that we had COUCHES! And they weren’t MOVING! He was terrified. Sigh.
I’m not sure if I got lucky or shafted in the name department.
My first name is Alaska native (Tlingit) and actually means “Killer Whale” (trivia: Spelled slightly differently, you know cyrillic (sic?) alphabet and all, it means “whale” in russian). My father was 3/4 Tlingit, so this is acceptable.
The middle name? I’m not sure where it came from. The only explanation I was given was that it’s just one of those names that meanders down through the generations. I kind of wish I knew where it came from. My grandparents (mother’s side) were German, mostly.
My name?
Keet Tryon E.
I’ve heard it all, too…“Keep trying, Keet Tryon” was popular in jr. high.