Not complaining.
I'm not. I don't. I hate to complain. Someone somewhere always has it worse than me. My family's all mostly healthy. Minor illnesses. We have a home. Appliances. Heat. (Air Conditioning thank the Lord.)
The little tid-bitty minor idiotically stupid things are going to be what sends me into nervous breakdown.
I have two sick kids. Son is still recovering from whatever he has. Daughter has Fifth Disease. That's a definite.
Other healthy daughter has class field trip tomorrow to the Zoo. She's BEGGING me to go. When I say beg I mean...BEG. She really really really wants me there. Her teacher said it's not a problem for her siblings and I to meet us at the Zoo because daughter has shared with teacher how much she wants me there.
Back to two sick kids. Add weather. It's been over a hundred every day this week. Two sick kids. Hundred degrees. Outside. Hours.
Add to this that someone's called and asked to join my daughter's class. A man. Not from here. Does NOT have a kid in the class. Just heard we're going to the zoo and he wants to go. Teacher told him he couldn't join the field trip but she told me that he's mentioned just coming to the zoo. She can't stop him from coming to a public place.
This adds worry to the guilt and stress. Two sick kids. Possibly sick guy. Guilt from daughter wanting me at zoo. Know it's not going to be that way forever. She won't want me to come on field trips...
Ill daughter falls asleep on floor. Does everything that should only happen in bathrooms in her clothes while sleeping. Mommy, no paper towels available, uses dirty towels ready to go into laundry anyway. While cleaning up this mess, hubby says "uh oh" and discover washing machine is blinking some big nasty error at us. Hubby looks it up. Repairman is necessary. During this information drive, dog pees in middle of dirty clothes. NOT clothes where daughter had gone...other dirty clothes. Now have entire load of...urinary type clothes that need washed. Washer blinking errors at me.
Business trip. Friday. Morning. Not enough time to do everything I need to do. Go to the Zoo or not?
(Jump into conversation at 45 minute mark...after going through several levels of phone tree-dom to get to 'specialist')
Laundry Specialist (heretofore known as LS): Can I have your name, address and phone number?
Me: I've been on hold for 25 minutes waiting for a...
LS: I am a specialist and I still need the above information.
Me: I thought it would have trickled down from the last five people I gave it to.
LS: No ma'am.
Me: (Gives vital information and blood type just in case.)
LS: What seems to be the problem?
Me: My washer is blinking F2 and F11 at me.
LS: F2? That's your soap. You're using the wrong laundry soap.
Me: Oh? The washer's two years old and I haven't had any problems yet.
LS: What kind of soap are you using?
Me: HE (High efficiency) soap from (insert store name)
LS: That's not good enough.
Me: Scuse me?
LS: Not good enough. Go get me the bottle. Now. (She SAID that.)
Me: It's HE soap. That's not good enough?
LS: No. Get me the bottle and read compatibility.
Me: It says "good for use in HE washers".
LS: It's not.
Me: What?
LS: I said it's not. You're destroying your machine by using incompatible soap.
Me: It says...
LS: It doesn't matter what it says. It's not. If you're not using Sears brand (yeah don't mind telling you that name) then you're destroying your machine.
Me: I've had it for two years and it works fine...
LS: And for two years you've been destroying it by using soap other than Sears brand. You are sudsing your machine.
Me: (vaguely annoyed) I've never had a SUDS error. Ever.
LS: You have an F2 error. That means suds.
Me: I thought it said SUDS when it was a SUD error.
LS: F2 is a new way of saying SUD.
Me: So SUD doesn't mean SUD? F2 means SUD?
LS: They both mean SUD. Now go to your machine and I'll fix it for you.
Me: Right now? By phone huh?
LS: Do you want your machine fixed?
Me: Whatever. Tell me what you need.
(Go through a little ritual of draining and spinning.)
LS: There. It's fixed. But don't use that soap anymore. Go to Sears and get Sears soap.
Me: So why is it making this horrible racket?
LS: It's the suds in the drainage tube. They'll clear.
Me: No. It's IN the machine. A mechanical noise.
LS: Ma'am I'm the expert. I know the difference between SUD, F2 and drainage issues. You've got a clogged drainage tube.
Me: So why's the washer making this racket inside?
LS: You clogged the machine with the wrong soap.
Me: After two years.
LS: Yes.
Me: So what's F11?
LS: A mechanical issue.
Me: Really? Would it account for the MECHANICAL NOISE THE MACHINE IS MAKING?
LS: It could. But you have SUDS.
Me: I told you it's blinking F11 too.
LS: It's still your soap.
Me: Lady, it's NOT my soap! My machine is making mechanical humming/dying noises. The tube is not plugged. There's water coming out. But the MACHINE isn't sending the water to the DRAIN.
LS: It's your soap. You've got too many bubbles.
Me: There ARE NO BUBBLES! This was a RINSE. NO BUBBLES.
LS: There are bubbles somewhere.
Me: F11 means bubbles too?
LS: No. F11 is mechanical. Nothing to do with bubbles. F11 would mean some component of the washer has failed.
Me: Wouldn't this lead to the mechanical grinding humming dying noise inside the machine?
LS: It might. But you still have F2. That's SUDS.
Me: Could I have F2 BECAUSE of the F11?
LS: Probably.
Me: So it might not be my soap.
LS: It's definitely your soap.
Me: How do you know it's my soap?
LS: F2.
Me: F2 couldn't be caused by F11?
LS: Oh yes. If there's a pump or a control board, it could cause F2.
Me: So it might not be my soap.
LS: It's your soap.
Me: Could an F2 cause an F11?
LS: No. Not usually. It's usually the other way around.
Me: Can you send someone out here for my F11?
LS: If you feel it's necessary. Clean out the bubbles and you'll be fine. We don't send people for F2.
Me: THERE ARE NO BUBBLES!
LS: If you're going to be difficult, we can cancel your contract.
Me: Not the contract I paid $$$ for on my THOUSAND DOLLAR WASHING MACHINE.
LS: Ma'am, I think you may need to be handled by my superior.
Me: Send me someone to look at the washer for my F11.
LS: Friday. That's the first opening I have.
Me: Fine.
LS: You still need to clear the bubbles.
Me: Have a nice day.
Was it just me or was that just annoying?
The little tid-bitty minor idiotically stupid things are going to be what sends me into nervous breakdown.
I have two sick kids. Son is still recovering from whatever he has. Daughter has Fifth Disease. That's a definite.
Other healthy daughter has class field trip tomorrow to the Zoo. She's BEGGING me to go. When I say beg I mean...BEG. She really really really wants me there. Her teacher said it's not a problem for her siblings and I to meet us at the Zoo because daughter has shared with teacher how much she wants me there.
Back to two sick kids. Add weather. It's been over a hundred every day this week. Two sick kids. Hundred degrees. Outside. Hours.
Add to this that someone's called and asked to join my daughter's class. A man. Not from here. Does NOT have a kid in the class. Just heard we're going to the zoo and he wants to go. Teacher told him he couldn't join the field trip but she told me that he's mentioned just coming to the zoo. She can't stop him from coming to a public place.
This adds worry to the guilt and stress. Two sick kids. Possibly sick guy. Guilt from daughter wanting me at zoo. Know it's not going to be that way forever. She won't want me to come on field trips...
Ill daughter falls asleep on floor. Does everything that should only happen in bathrooms in her clothes while sleeping. Mommy, no paper towels available, uses dirty towels ready to go into laundry anyway. While cleaning up this mess, hubby says "uh oh" and discover washing machine is blinking some big nasty error at us. Hubby looks it up. Repairman is necessary. During this information drive, dog pees in middle of dirty clothes. NOT clothes where daughter had gone...other dirty clothes. Now have entire load of...urinary type clothes that need washed. Washer blinking errors at me.
Business trip. Friday. Morning. Not enough time to do everything I need to do. Go to the Zoo or not?
(Jump into conversation at 45 minute mark...after going through several levels of phone tree-dom to get to 'specialist')
Laundry Specialist (heretofore known as LS): Can I have your name, address and phone number?
Me: I've been on hold for 25 minutes waiting for a...
LS: I am a specialist and I still need the above information.
Me: I thought it would have trickled down from the last five people I gave it to.
LS: No ma'am.
Me: (Gives vital information and blood type just in case.)
LS: What seems to be the problem?
Me: My washer is blinking F2 and F11 at me.
LS: F2? That's your soap. You're using the wrong laundry soap.
Me: Oh? The washer's two years old and I haven't had any problems yet.
LS: What kind of soap are you using?
Me: HE (High efficiency) soap from (insert store name)
LS: That's not good enough.
Me: Scuse me?
LS: Not good enough. Go get me the bottle. Now. (She SAID that.)
Me: It's HE soap. That's not good enough?
LS: No. Get me the bottle and read compatibility.
Me: It says "good for use in HE washers".
LS: It's not.
Me: What?
LS: I said it's not. You're destroying your machine by using incompatible soap.
Me: It says...
LS: It doesn't matter what it says. It's not. If you're not using Sears brand (yeah don't mind telling you that name) then you're destroying your machine.
Me: I've had it for two years and it works fine...
LS: And for two years you've been destroying it by using soap other than Sears brand. You are sudsing your machine.
Me: (vaguely annoyed) I've never had a SUDS error. Ever.
LS: You have an F2 error. That means suds.
Me: I thought it said SUDS when it was a SUD error.
LS: F2 is a new way of saying SUD.
Me: So SUD doesn't mean SUD? F2 means SUD?
LS: They both mean SUD. Now go to your machine and I'll fix it for you.
Me: Right now? By phone huh?
LS: Do you want your machine fixed?
Me: Whatever. Tell me what you need.
(Go through a little ritual of draining and spinning.)
LS: There. It's fixed. But don't use that soap anymore. Go to Sears and get Sears soap.
Me: So why is it making this horrible racket?
LS: It's the suds in the drainage tube. They'll clear.
Me: No. It's IN the machine. A mechanical noise.
LS: Ma'am I'm the expert. I know the difference between SUD, F2 and drainage issues. You've got a clogged drainage tube.
Me: So why's the washer making this racket inside?
LS: You clogged the machine with the wrong soap.
Me: After two years.
LS: Yes.
Me: So what's F11?
LS: A mechanical issue.
Me: Really? Would it account for the MECHANICAL NOISE THE MACHINE IS MAKING?
LS: It could. But you have SUDS.
Me: I told you it's blinking F11 too.
LS: It's still your soap.
Me: Lady, it's NOT my soap! My machine is making mechanical humming/dying noises. The tube is not plugged. There's water coming out. But the MACHINE isn't sending the water to the DRAIN.
LS: It's your soap. You've got too many bubbles.
Me: There ARE NO BUBBLES! This was a RINSE. NO BUBBLES.
LS: There are bubbles somewhere.
Me: F11 means bubbles too?
LS: No. F11 is mechanical. Nothing to do with bubbles. F11 would mean some component of the washer has failed.
Me: Wouldn't this lead to the mechanical grinding humming dying noise inside the machine?
LS: It might. But you still have F2. That's SUDS.
Me: Could I have F2 BECAUSE of the F11?
LS: Probably.
Me: So it might not be my soap.
LS: It's definitely your soap.
Me: How do you know it's my soap?
LS: F2.
Me: F2 couldn't be caused by F11?
LS: Oh yes. If there's a pump or a control board, it could cause F2.
Me: So it might not be my soap.
LS: It's your soap.
Me: Could an F2 cause an F11?
LS: No. Not usually. It's usually the other way around.
Me: Can you send someone out here for my F11?
LS: If you feel it's necessary. Clean out the bubbles and you'll be fine. We don't send people for F2.
Me: THERE ARE NO BUBBLES!
LS: If you're going to be difficult, we can cancel your contract.
Me: Not the contract I paid $$$ for on my THOUSAND DOLLAR WASHING MACHINE.
LS: Ma'am, I think you may need to be handled by my superior.
Me: Send me someone to look at the washer for my F11.
LS: Friday. That's the first opening I have.
Me: Fine.
LS: You still need to clear the bubbles.
Me: Have a nice day.
Was it just me or was that just annoying?