Ticks Me Off Tuesday

It actually started two Tuesday's ago.  I noted to the weatherman that the oven racks were popping still a couple hours after I was done cooking.  Weird huh?  It continued once and again the next day, I noted an odd smell (the smell of a fridge on the verge of death) and Thursday.   I actually realized after walking past the fridge on Thursday evening that something was a miss.  My first thought was that Little Dude left water in the spill zone in the water spigot in the fridge.  Then I realized that Little dude was down stairs with a chocolate milk, not even near the fridge that evening.  I opened the freezer and Whoosh, out poured ice cream and Popsicles, watered down with melted ice from the ice maker that was puddling in front of the fridge.

A quick bit of background, ever since I first looked at the house I have disliked the fridge.  It was new, black, skeezy sleekish, and Amana.  But there was just something not right with me.  Then learning the water line was inline and not directly running to the waterline made me not thrilled.  The ice maker would catch making noises, blah blah blah for 5 years.  Beyotch died, no real warning, no post card, no two weeks notice required for the weatherman to cope with the pending loss.  I'll be damned if the noise I thought was the oven racks popping, was something in the fridge dying.  So I thought fine, clean out the freezer, toss the stuff, at least the fridge part works.  About 3 hours later I realized to my dismay that the freezer was likely the thing keeping the fridge cold the last couple days. 

 (on a side note the fridge was moved there Friday night at the weatherman's OCDing urging.  We kicked it ghetto for almost a week with that in the entry.  High class, I know, be jealous)

Both DOA. I'm sooo glad I had just put all those meals in the freezer. Oh and all that meat too from the deep freeze. Silly me trying to plan out meals for a couple weeks. I was all happy, I was going to make this 4 day weekend with Little Dude fun and easy, because we had stuff sorted.  Food planned out. 

Little Dude and I were sent out to the local place to shop for a fridge.  We had to keep in mind the crack head builder built our island 33in from the opening of the fridge.  So that was to be kept in mind.  The weatherman was at work and was entrusting us to find the right fit.  Well I did the night before online.  So I was under the impression that I was leaving that day with a new fridge.  But that is too easy...WE are getting ready to write up the paperwork, I made the mistake of texting the weatherman, keeping him in the loop.  He tells me to stop what I am doing, he wants to measure it himself, not trusting the expert.  Say it with me folks:

 He sent us out to Sears, which is like a total dive.  His excuse for not getting the fridge right off, he had to measure himself so with 10 minutes till the store closed we get in there so he can measure.  We are told we cannot get the fridge as someone bought it, but could get one Wednesday.  They would gladly give us a loaner till the new one arrives.  Good for the weatherman, nope.  He couldn't fathom the idea of a fridge others had touched coming into the house.  {see pic above} So no fridge for a full day.  Weatherman bought milk and put in the garage because it was supposedly cold enough to keep it.  People asked why I wouldn't drink it.  Simple, exhaust from the cars.  Why not outside?  Simple and totally logical im my mind.  This lil' bastard...
His goal if my milk is left outside is to stick his grubby lil' hands into the milk and replace the lid.  Look it's written all over his face...
Saturday, still no fridge.  But going to Menards to look at fridges there.  Found a nice one, problem it said Amana.  I talked them down another C-note and it would have been 1800 since it had a dent on the back.  So it was a steal from the 2100 it it would have been perfect.  Even installing it Sunday.  Not perfect, the weatherman will find an issue.  His issue was the install.  Would they plug it in and do the waterline?  Could he stand over their backs and bug them the whole time? All these unknowns he couldn't do it.  No fridge again, look how lonely the space was...

I went in Sunday and bought a fridge, one the weatherman wanted and was happy-dappy with.    I should have once again known it's NEVER that easy.  It would be here Wednesday.  By Monday I was jones'n for a Mocha, so I sucked it up and thought death by dairy may not be sooo bad. I didn't die, for the record.  But I couldn't wait for my fridge.  I knew Rogers had to place the order today.  I was over the moon.  In a decent mood.  Went to go get Little Dude and hit the gym with the weatherman and hit home at 6PM.  Went out to dinner and it was back to casa King.  Walking in the door at two minutes to six, there was a message.  "Hi Krimsin, this is ---- from Rodgers.  Can you give me a call its about your fridge.  I'll be here till 5:30.  Talk to you soon!"  Yeah she called at five minutes after five.  I was pissed. 

 

I was above pissed off.  I was cursing all over the place.  I called them first thing in the AM on the way up to Grand Island.  Apologizing over and over ---- stated that when she entered the fridge it was going to be another week for it to arrive.  If I could have at that moment reached out and touched some one, it would have been her with my fist or a baseball bat.  I politely told her I'll get back with her.  Getting off the phone I called Menards.  Talked to a guy there and asked if the one I was looking at Saturday night was still there.  It was.  I said I would come get it on our way home from GI.  We get done and get white mocha's at Starbucks heading back to Hastings, go to look at the fridge and set up delivery.  The weatherman again takes this time to OCD and go wishy-washy on the fridge.  I then go over to the side by sides tell him to pick between these two a stainless steel and a faux ss.  Supposedly the ss was a floor model and couldn't be sold unless discontinued.  Rii-ght.  The other they had in a box in the back.  Seems easy right?  Not in Krimmyk's world!  The one in the box after 10 minutes couldn't be found.  I had it I went up to the manager while weatherman and dude was looking for the fridge.  I basically told him the situation, stroked his ego saying I knew that HE as the store manager could override the no selling unless discontinued policy.  He was looking like he was going to say no.  Prick, I am a damsel in distress or some crap like that.  So I pulled my ace out, "or at least that is how it worked out when I worked with the company."  {insert direct eye contact, a smirk and batting eyes}  This could to a man manager be code for I am a secret shopper and if you hose me I will have your arse in a sling I will write up a negative review of the store and present it to John Menard personally.  Needless to say either the batting of the eyes or fear of ol' Jonny boy got him to tell Ryan in the back I could have any fridge off the floor I wanted if there were none available.  At that time weatherman texted me they found the faux SS in the box in the back.  Ryan is a stupid feck and wrote the wrong SKU number down.  So there was no need to make the manager shat himself with fear he was going to get chewed by the company owner.  I thanked James the store manager and went to the back.
 So it's over right I live happily ever after with my new fridge right?  Phhhsst, not here.  Then came the delivery moron.  He came from GI to pick up the fridge, getting there as I had to pick up little dude.  Not cool.  Weatherman stayed to help himm while I ran LD to tae kwon do.  I get a call from weatherman that the guy is nice in a douchy way.  He wouldn't listen about the island till the fridge was already in the house.  This wouldn't have happened if I was there.  You listen, the customer is ALWAYS right, beyotch!  They had to take the doors off and delivery dude looks at his watch and says, "Oh crap, I need to be in GI in 10 minutes."  Good luck with that buddy it takes speed racer me at least 35 minutes from my house, normal mortals 40 minutes.  He frigging left the weatherman to hook up the plumbing and the doors.  You don't understand you can;t just do that to the weatherman.  He needs to be hand fed.  He is a special creature that way.  He got through it by the pissy energy in the house was off the hook when we reentered the house.  Little Dude was like "Gawd dad, chill your gonna keel over!"  I was proud Weatherman got it all done and running before we got home.  Kudos, but really we need to dial down the nervous energy in the house, it was like a laser show gone awry.  He was much happier when he got to put his milk in the fridge I think.  More at peace.

Dear delivery douche,
Don't say you will deliver something do a half-arsed job an then say you need to be somewhere else before said half-arsed job is complete.  The only one allowed to mess with the hubs like that is me.  I have made peoples lives a living hell for doing less.  Don't expect a Christmas card, unless you can mail a swift kick upside the head in the mail and it not be garnered some form of federal offense. 

Your truly,
Krimmyk

I'm happy I went with the faux stainless steel my fav mag and comic wouldn't go up on it otherwise:

All and all I have shaved years off my life due to the hubs, the fridge, deliver douche from Menards and Rogers.  So they all get my Tick Me Off Tuesday Award for 2, count'em 2 weeks running. 

So, your turn to post your gripe(s) below. It's time to let it all hang out here, I'm WAY cheaper than a shrink.