Come home and have no internet. Router has no power. After a five minute discussion with the customer service rep who wants to do troubleshooting (it has no power, what are you going to do, send a cosmic ray to zap electricity into it?) I go to the Optimum office and get a new one. Bring it home and it doesn’t work.
No problem. New Blu-ray player and a couple of movies were delivered. Double Indemnity with 2 commentary tracks, and The Big Sleep with a commentary track and 2 versions of the film. Take the player out of the box and the whole front panel falls off.
Went for a walk in the 'hood yesterday. The wife spots a child-sized rocking chair on a sidewalk corner. “Free”, it says. “Oh, how cute!” she says. Now it’s in my garage, awaiting my attempts to refurbish it. Free? Nononono; it didn’t cost any money, but the labor I’ll have to put in to try to rescue this orphan will be significant. It’s full of screws from half-assed attempts at past repairs. It has scroll work that will be an iron-clad bitch to try to refinish, and the tooled leather seat is just a hole for one’s untooled butt to sink through.
We learned Friday that, due to their screw-up, the bank sent out our property tax payment twice. Since both payments have cleared they washed their hands of the matter and say it’s up to us to get the money back from the county.
Sunday the washing machine broke down.
And today we found out that it will take the assessor’s office four to six weeks to refund our overpayment.
Call the bank, talk to a supervisor. Keep bumping up a level until you get to the bank president, if necessary.
Your argument should be: that extra tax payment is what I desperately need for a new washer. I can’t wait four to six weeks. I don’t have that many clothes. So, I either get that check today, or on Saturday I’m showing up on your doorstep with my baskets of dirty clothes.
~VOW
