Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones

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You're not even going to believe this

Today, before 8:30 am: I have no phone because I washed it, the Geek Squad wants to charge us an extra $145 just to come to the house and help with the computer even though we have a contract with them, and then my mother's car died.

11:45: The dishwasher finally gave up the ghost.

Well, technically, it's still clutching that ghost pretty tightly--there's two inches of standing water in it, the dishes are spattered with nasty soap spots, and it's snarling at us. I am not even kidding, it is making actual snarling sounds. So it's not an electrical thing--it's been getting more and more weaksauce over the last few months, and it finally just decided to join the parade of fail today, since all the cool kids were marching in it.

Once shit started to Get Real last night, I basically went into calm fix-it mode because, quite honestly, I had already hit Shock, Denial, Psychotic Tantrums and Helpless Wallowing on the Kübler-Ross Stages of Grief model, so there really wasn't much else to do. Also, the car being inexplicably dead almost broke my mother, so one of us had to hold it together. So this is my plan of action:

1) We are going to buy a new dishwasher this weekend. Surely I'll sell a wheat crop book soon! We'll live like kings, Caroline, automatically dish-washing KINGS!

2) We are taking the laptop back to Best Buy and getting a straight-up refund just to be shot of them, and then I'm going to re-order a Studio 1737 from the Dell site. The Geek Squad will refund their contract as well. There is no question about this. They will. They will be dealing with my mother. They will.

3) A new battery, and my mother's car was fine. So far. I hope.

4) I don't know about a replacement for my phone; for the moment I'm toting the cordless house phone around. I mean, around the house, in case someone in the family has to call me. while I'm here. Which I will be. There's a reason I have an actual "leaving the house omg" tag. When people I'm not related to need to get hold of me, they usually email--which, of course, would be great except that I don't have my own computer at the moment.

5) I'm still cleaning for the electricians to come tomorrow, not because I care what they think of my mess, but because I literally cannot walk across the room without holding on to stacks of boxes to maneuver around them, so I can hardly expect them to REACH my electrical outlets under those conditions, much less replace them. Basically, I'm cramming everything into the closet, tight as a clown car if necessary, and what won't fit in there will go into the attic temporarily. Really, I just want it to look like a normally messy room. And also, at least we'll have that problem taken care of.

(I want to go to bed so badly right now. Yes, it is currently 7:45 pm.)

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Tags: appropriate responses to bad situations, computer: lizzie, computers, i am never making it up, my mother, tribulations

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