Got a call from the TV repair shop, and after 37 days, I finally get my TV back. Just slippin' under the wire of having to give me a brand new one.
Here's how the whole shit-show went down:
Back in December, we came home after a day of mindlessly walking around 17th Ave., turned on our TV to *pfftz*... nothing... The power supply blew on my just over a year old TV.
When I bought it, HDTVs were still kinda new, so I got an extended warranty on it. Now the TV cost me 3 grand, so an extra 300 sounded like a good spending choice. Course, I never expected the TV to blow in just over a year.
Amanda had to take a day off work to sit at home for the guy to show up for their much-ballyhooed "in-home" service and look at the TV (it weights around 200 pounds, barely fit out the door of the apartment and wouldn't fit in her car if our lives depended on it). He ripped out the innards and left us with an empty shell and promising it would be done in a week.
That was December 17. Well, here's where the fit hits the shan. They didn't order the part till December 22. Processing takes three days, and hey, that's Christmas, and since no one works at their supplier through to January 2, the order wasn't completed till January 3.
On Tuesday they call and tell us they can come over and put the fixed parts back in the TV. "we can come by between 9 and 4..."
Now, lemme tell ya, Amanda was the one who got the call, and it's too bad for the poor shmuck on the other line that she did. I would have been a pussy, bent over and took another day off work -- which I have to make up for, mind you -- and just been done with it.
Amanda, on the other hand, doesn't take being fucked around with lightly and tore into the guy. I was out for a smoke when I heard her just cussin' up a storm. Somewhere in there, between the legal mumbo-jumbo and the cursing like a trucker, she mentioned that if they didn't accommodate us with a time, they --according to the contract -- are liable to replace the TV completely with a new one.
Yeah. When she gets like that she turns me on something fierce.
So, needless to say, they're coming over on Friday, at 4:30 to give me back my soul sucking radiation spewing love machine.
At that point I get to find out if the tube's blown too, and get to start the process all over again.
Here's how the whole shit-show went down:
Back in December, we came home after a day of mindlessly walking around 17th Ave., turned on our TV to *pfftz*... nothing... The power supply blew on my just over a year old TV.
When I bought it, HDTVs were still kinda new, so I got an extended warranty on it. Now the TV cost me 3 grand, so an extra 300 sounded like a good spending choice. Course, I never expected the TV to blow in just over a year.
Amanda had to take a day off work to sit at home for the guy to show up for their much-ballyhooed "in-home" service and look at the TV (it weights around 200 pounds, barely fit out the door of the apartment and wouldn't fit in her car if our lives depended on it). He ripped out the innards and left us with an empty shell and promising it would be done in a week.
That was December 17. Well, here's where the fit hits the shan. They didn't order the part till December 22. Processing takes three days, and hey, that's Christmas, and since no one works at their supplier through to January 2, the order wasn't completed till January 3.
On Tuesday they call and tell us they can come over and put the fixed parts back in the TV. "we can come by between 9 and 4..."
Now, lemme tell ya, Amanda was the one who got the call, and it's too bad for the poor shmuck on the other line that she did. I would have been a pussy, bent over and took another day off work -- which I have to make up for, mind you -- and just been done with it.
Amanda, on the other hand, doesn't take being fucked around with lightly and tore into the guy. I was out for a smoke when I heard her just cussin' up a storm. Somewhere in there, between the legal mumbo-jumbo and the cursing like a trucker, she mentioned that if they didn't accommodate us with a time, they --according to the contract -- are liable to replace the TV completely with a new one.
Yeah. When she gets like that she turns me on something fierce.
So, needless to say, they're coming over on Friday, at 4:30 to give me back my soul sucking radiation spewing love machine.
At that point I get to find out if the tube's blown too, and get to start the process all over again.
