Stupid Merc Retch, BE MORE FUNNY

Grrrr....stupid Mercury retrograde.

We ordered a stove delivered from Sears on Monday night. At the time, we thought the stove was a plug-in model, but we were unsure, so the salesdude gave us a phone number to call as soon as we checked. We checked, and we found that the damn thing was hard-wired.

I came home and contacted Sears at the appointed number and told them that the stove was hard-wired. The CSR didn't seem to have a clue what I meant. I said, "It makes a big difference in the delivery, please, please put it in the notes if you don't see a special slot for it." She seemed skeptical, but said that she'd do it.

Well, she didn't. I got up bright and early to go to the other house for the delivery window. They showed up at the end of it, and, of course, it was the guys who can't deal with a hard-wired installation. I sent them away, because they couldn't even disconnect the old stove.

I called Sears and raised Hell. This CSR was terrific, but she can't move heaven and earth for me and make the delivery happen any sooner. Tino is going to disconnect the old stove and wire the new one (Have I mentioned how cool it is that he can do this stuff? I know I have.), but they can't bring the stove back until Friday. If we had known *we* had to do the damn wiring, it would have already been done. Motherfuckers. The delivery is now free, but that doesn't change the fact that the house is now officially on the market with that visibly broken stove in the otherwise nice kitchen.

I'm also annoyed that the maid company can't clean until Thursday. I'd be less annoyed if they hadn't broken a pitcher last week and, two weeks ago, they threw away a Williams-Sonoma bag that still had stuff in it. And what's worse than the fact that that stuff is gone? That they wouldn't even cop to it! God, that pissed me off. It's not like I think they stole it or anything. I think it was a mistake, but an apology would have been nice. An offer to pay for replacement items would have been even nicer.

The sad thing is that this is the third or fourth maid service I've used and they are actually the best ones so far, so I'm loath to try and find a new service. 80% of them suck rocks, and no one works for cash here. The disappearing bag incident was perpetrated by not-the-usual-suspects, and the broken pitcher is the first time they've broken *anything*. Basically, they will totally get away with this because I feel like I have no choice.

A good economy is nice, but no one in the service sector can afford to live in the county, it seems, so everyone is understaffed and/or hiring idiots and rude people. I know, you should have it so hard, right?

Oh, and more in missed communications fun: the builder on the Front Royal house can't seem to be bothered to call me with the name and number of the propane company whose tank they installed. This means that regardless of whether or not they hook up the stove before Friday (and they damn well better, or Tino's going to start getting really pissy with them...and that's not something one wants to happen), there won't be any propane to run it if I can't get those folks on the phone and schedule a delivery.

I do know that I'm a fortunate person. Really, I do. I just want all this house bullshit to be fucking over. Now.