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Despite having found what we thought was an amazing price on a washer/dryer set at Sears, Tim insisted on screwing with the machines today. Spent most of the day and found that while the washer has multiple issues, the main problem was indeed the belt (which was what I said in the first place; he insisted it was something much more dire). Happened to have another broken washing machine (bad motor) in the shop (where it’s been sitting for 2 years or so), so he took the belts off it and put them on our machine. Machine now agitates properly and doesn’t smoke. However, it is still leaking a lot of oil and will only work on the extra large load setting, not any of the smaller ones. The dryer turned out to be a corroded and stuck switch that yielded to some WD40. Because the washer still has problems, even though it’s usable, he wanted to still get the new ones.
Call Sears. They can’t take a phone order unless you have a Sears card. WTF? Every place in the universe takes phone orders. Drive in. Have to take the long way because a mile long train is parked on the tracks. Get to store; suddenly looking at the signs I realize that it’s not $300 for a set but $300 *each* if you buy the set. Yes, this is indeed the case. The signage in the store was clear; the ad was questionable and I didn’t look closely enough at it. Tim gets a pass on it because of the dyslexia. I have no excuse. So, wasted gas and wasted time. Hopefully this machine will keep going. If not, maybe the motor can be put into the other broken machine, which, I’m sure, will still be sitting in the shop.
Then we get home and the first football game of the regular season is on tonight, so it’s a big emergency to get his picks made in the ESPN online pick the winners game. Apparently everyone else waited until the last minute, because the ESPN site was royally screwed up. Tim kept blaming the DSL, Firefox (I switched him to Explorer; gee, it didn’t work any better!), and swearing that dial up would have worked. Huh? I was trying from my laptop, and I managed to get in first, so I had him come use that and it was another huge swear fest because he couldn’t manage the touch pad. I know it’s a pain at first; it took me about a month to get used to it and that was using it every day. Thankfully he finally got it in before the game started.
I’m not in a good mood. I’ve had a nasty headache all day and haven’t gotten a single damn thing done because of “helping” with the washer. (Seriously, what do men working in shops do? They don’t have women to hand them things or hold the flashlight…) But at least I can wash clothes again without smoking up the house.
Call Sears. They can’t take a phone order unless you have a Sears card. WTF? Every place in the universe takes phone orders. Drive in. Have to take the long way because a mile long train is parked on the tracks. Get to store; suddenly looking at the signs I realize that it’s not $300 for a set but $300 *each* if you buy the set. Yes, this is indeed the case. The signage in the store was clear; the ad was questionable and I didn’t look closely enough at it. Tim gets a pass on it because of the dyslexia. I have no excuse. So, wasted gas and wasted time. Hopefully this machine will keep going. If not, maybe the motor can be put into the other broken machine, which, I’m sure, will still be sitting in the shop.
Then we get home and the first football game of the regular season is on tonight, so it’s a big emergency to get his picks made in the ESPN online pick the winners game. Apparently everyone else waited until the last minute, because the ESPN site was royally screwed up. Tim kept blaming the DSL, Firefox (I switched him to Explorer; gee, it didn’t work any better!), and swearing that dial up would have worked. Huh? I was trying from my laptop, and I managed to get in first, so I had him come use that and it was another huge swear fest because he couldn’t manage the touch pad. I know it’s a pain at first; it took me about a month to get used to it and that was using it every day. Thankfully he finally got it in before the game started.
I’m not in a good mood. I’ve had a nasty headache all day and haven’t gotten a single damn thing done because of “helping” with the washer. (Seriously, what do men working in shops do? They don’t have women to hand them things or hold the flashlight…) But at least I can wash clothes again without smoking up the house.