The problem with being on vacation is that I'm not sitting in front of a computer all day. Which means I'm soooooooo freakin' behind in reading blogs that I'm going to feel like a complete idjit when I have to go back and comment on stuff y'all wrote days ago - because, y'know, it's a damn compulsion now - the commenting.
Also, I need to go play around with my NaBloPoMo site. And find me some friends. And figure out what the hell I'm going to post about for 30 days solid. I mean, I know you don't have to have a theme and all that, but I wonder if it wouldn't be easier to post if I did. (Oh wait. The wordy one here? The one who simply can't write a 3 or 4 line post and call it good? Even if it would be enough for what she wanted to say? hee. Yea, it's gonna be a problem. right.)
Today, though, I thought a little rambling would be sufficient to bore you to tears.
The Ongoing TV Debacle ** Update Below **
We're supposed to find out today if a) we'll get our television back from the lyin' shits at the t.v. repair place or b) we get to get "recommended" for a replacement television. Okay, so in case you hadn't noticed, we in the Hotfessional household are sports fiends (in the Fall and the interminable Winter anyway).
The latest in the saga that began on August-freakin-23rd happened on Monday morning (7 weeks and 4 days after t-b-day [that's television broken day]) when Mr. Hot called Jeff at "Useless-R-Us".
"Jeff, this is Mr. Hot. When are you dropping off that television of mine? You said the part was going to be in last Friday and you'd bring it right out."So, Mr. Hot did what any normal, red-blooded American man would do. He called Circuit City - they who hold our 36-month warranty (the tv is 18 months old) and who picked these worthless shits to contract with.
"Um, what television Mr. Hot?"
"The 42-inch Samsung that I've been calling about every week for the last seven weeks. Y'know? The one that you told me was a 3 to 4 day repair? Then you told me the model had been recalled? And when I called Circuit City they said there wasn't any recall? And then you told me the part was backordered and would take two weeks? And that was five weeks ago?"
"Oh, yea. Part's not in yet."
"But Jeff? Last Monday, you said it would be in on Wednesday. Then when I called on Thursday, you said it was in that afternoon's shipment."
"Yea, didn't come in."
He was immediately put through to the "Community Relations" group who called Jeff then called Mr. Hot back.
"Well Mr. Hot, I can see why you're having problems with this guy. He won't commit to anything."
"Oh, he'll commit to dates for me, but he's obviously just lying about them."
"Well, Mr. Hot, if you can give me one more day - just until Thursday morning - then I'll either get a date from him or I'll put you in for a replacement television."
See that last line there? That line of b.s. has kept Mr. Hot going for the last two days. He's convinced that a new television is in our future. And that since our model is not in production any longer, we'll be able to upgrade! (I adore a deluded Mr. Hot.)
I'm convinced that Jeff-the-Jackass is going to feed a line to Miss Community Relations and we're going to be watching at least another week of football and probably opening night of the NBA season on the portable that's been yanked from it's special spot on top of the bedroom dresser. My own special Oh-My-Gawd-it's-morning-where's-my-coffee-so-I-can-mainline-caffeine-while-I-try-to-focus-on-the-morning-news portable television.
We were supposed to find out at 9:30 Eastern this morning - when Miss C.R. got to work - what the 'verdict' was. It's now 9:45 and we haven't heard. Sigh.
Stay Tuned. (Get it? ha! I can still make a joke.)
Shortman thanks you all for the birthday wishes. He's driven himself (yes, all by himself!) to school the past two days - while I've sat home and imagined the worst. He asked for (and got - the benefits of being an only child) a birthday dinner out (Olive Garden), a new headset for computer gaming (He's a WoW freak), the three "Fast and the Furious" dvds, his driver's license, a Subway gift card, and a new UofM basketball t-shirt. Spoiled.Ass.Rotten.
Mr. Hot and I (after he gives Miss C.R. until 10:30 to call) have to head over to the grocery store today. In the rain. We may go see a movie later on. Yesterday, we took Poopy the Puppy for a walk at our local park. Here's some pics.
And because I can be a little arty with my pics and not just give them to you straight-ass from the camera, here's a muskrat home in the lake - Sepia-fied:
---- 10:18 a.m. and no Miss Community Relations yet. Mr. Hot? Not Happy. I'm going to go take a shower so the sound of the water running drowns out his sobbing. ----
** TV Debacle Update **
So, no word from Miss C.R. Mr. Hot called. Went through all of the same channels. Start with Customer Service. Get transferred to another customer service rep. (It actually helped. By the time he got transferred to the 2nd rep, his ire was up. And he's much more civilized about these things than me, so it takes a lot to get it up there.)
Finally ended up with Community Relations (I'm going to start calling it Cockedup Ratasses.) The original Miss CR was on another call. Went through the entire thing again. Got put on hold. New Miss CR comes back and says:
"I told him to cancel the order for the part and bring your television back. Once you get it back to your home, call me and we'll arrange for an exchange. That will take 10-14 days after you get it back."
Oh-mah-freakin-gawd-and-holy-hell. AFTER they bring it back? The fight, my friends, is just beginning I fear. I'm giving them until Monday morning. If that television isn't back in my house by then? Jeff-the-Jackass & Circuit City will have to deal with the wrath of the Hotfessional. And friends? Hot isn't just a term for sexy-little-me's looks.
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