Filing A Complaint with Whoever Will Listen
I swear, if I didn’t go to yoga this morning I would be going Jack Bauer on people right now! I’m ready to pick someone up by the collar, slam them against the wall and menacingly whisper, “If you do not do exactly what I tell you to do, I will see to it that all of your stained underwear is displayed where you work.” Staying up late watching 24 every night might be turning me into a violent person. I don’t know. It could also be the fact that we’ve been in the new house for two weeks and instead of things getting resolved more issues are popping up. Then again, it could just be PMS.
I’m usually a go-with-the-flow-kind-of-gal, but I have had it up to here.
Complaint 1 – After a week, the gas was finally turned on. I still don’t understand how it takes a week for someone to come turn a knob and flip a switch so I can take a hot shower and cook food, but whatever. We patiently waited for the hot water tank to fill and Steve went to go take a shower only to find that the shower in the master bath was not getting hot water; it was ice cold. Thankfully Moanna’s shower has hot water.
Complaint 2 – We are still high jacking internet from our neighbors (with their permission – they gave us a password). The internet company said we were good to go, and sent us our modem/router. When the modem arrived Steve plugged everything up and nothing happened. No internet. Steve called the internet company and after nearly two hours of getting the runaround, getting disconnected and speaking to people named “Princess” and “Shaquitta” all in the same phone call we were told that we would have to wait 3 business days for someone to come “build a port in our neighborhood so we could get the good high-speed internet; you know the kind is needed when you work from home. That was on Thursday morning and we’re still waiting. If we do not have internet by COB tomorrow the internet company will find their dirty underwear hanging from phone lines around the Atlanta area.
Complaint 3 – My fridge is not cold. Freezer is just fine, but the butter in my fridge is soft. I will be throwing away about $40 worth of food that is no longer safe to eat. The fridge better be glad I didn’t pitch a fit and buy a crap tone of food and condiments when I went shopping last week. I have nothing to cook for dinner. I was planning on shopping today to restock for the week, but I can’t.
Complaint 4 – Moanna and I were going to go to the pool today after I went to yoga. After yoga class, I took a shower, shaved (shaved th bikini region), put on my swim suit and pick up Mo from the kids’ center at the gym. When I asked her if she was ready to go swimming she said, “No. I want to go home. I don’t want to go swimming.” I went through all of that for nothing? I have razor burn for you kid, and you don’t even want to go to the pool?
From the outside looking in this may not seem like much, but I am mad as hell today. Filled with a rage that I can’t explain. I’m usually not this negative and don’t complain this much (really, I don’t). However, I have a cold shower, internet equivalent to dial-up, a warm fridge and razor burn. This is not my happy face people.
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Sorry for your crummy day. Tomorrow will be much better! : ) P.S. Did you call the landlord?
It’s just a case of the Mondays and PMS… and yes the landlord has been contacted Mom.
You are SO much more patient than I am. I would have gone postal days ago. Since this entry was from a few days ago, here’s hoping that you have managed to get a couple of the issues resolved.
If you havent, well get those underwear and Hang Em High!!
We should be making progress. Tomorrow people are coming to “fix” the fridge and shower. If not, buddy they better hold onto their underwear!
Unfortunately this is the worst part of moving. It always takes a million years for everything to get set up and to figure out the quirks of the house. And by the time you’re ready to move again, you will have forgotten all this…and be ready to do it again. It’s a vicious cycle. I think I probably would have made Mo go swimming anyways, because I’m a mean swim instructor like that. I don’t know how many times my mom said, “We’re going to the pool and we’re going to have fun, and you’re going to like it!”
Any other day I probably would have quoted your Mom and been like, “You WILL go swimming and you WILL have fun!” but I was already feeling defeated. I had too many other battles to fight.
Ick, not fun! I hope at least the hot water issue gets solved quickly. A hot shower is necessary even when it’s blisteringly hot outside.
True story – cold showers are NEVER an option for me. I’ve never been someone who wanted to take a “cool shower after a workout”
You poor thing hang in there it will get better soon!
I don’t know if you ever use nutrasweet stuff but avoid it like the plague. Your emotions, though resonably justified in this situation remind me of a nutrsweet PMS experience. My children are alive because my friend warned me off sugar-free ice cream. I have never felt rage before or after like that.
Just a thought.
BTW I hate, no, do not do cold showers!
Hee-hee…when you young gals get to be my age and your crabby PMS symptoms become menopausal firestorms, you’ll love those cold showers!