Remember the appliance conspiracy? AKA the “Duke of Earle Electronic Domino theory?” (That last was Kenju’s name for it which, as I predicted, has now cause ME to suffer mightily of its many and far-flung consequences!)
What happened, you ask? Well, my 14 year old Kitchen Aid dishwasher cratered. A major part was broken, and given the machine’s age Carol and I decided to replace it.
We shopped. We compared. We checked online retailers for free shipping (found it!) and low prices with no state sales tax (found all that, too!). We ordered. We waited for a shipping notice with a tracking number. Time passed.
I called the place and asked about my order (after, of course, listening to Mozart while I held for at least 30 minutes waiting for a Customer Service rep). He, sounding blithe, told us that we had cancelled that order by email. I, sounding very UN-blithe, informed him that no, we had not!
He said, in a somewhat superior tone, “I have your email on my screen, sir.”
I asked, “What is the email address it came from?” He read off some weird address I’ve never heard of. “That’s NOT my email, and I did NOT cancel that order. Someone made a mistake!”
Mr. Customer Service Rep then became a bit less superior, and asked if I would like to re-order. Yes, I would. But for the same discounted price and free shipping that had been in effect at the time of the ORIGINAL order!
“I’ll have to check with my supervisor,” he claimed.
“Please do,” I replied. Then I listened to the same Mozart melodies for another 30 minutes until he came back on the line. He said he would be happy to extend the same offer as before.
But do you see what happened here? The
So, on Friday night I unhooked the old, broken dishwasher and dragged it out to the curb for the garbage pick-up folks to either haul away or salvage for parts. Today I installed the shiny new appliance.
And it fought me every step of the way! Oh, I followed the written instructions to the letter, but that helped me not in the least.
First, the hot water connection would not thread into place properly. I had the dishwasher in and out of its space under the kitchen counter 3 times, fighting the supply line problem. Then came the drain connections. Then the wiring.
WHY do they design these things with only about two inches of space underneath them, and then expect humans to reach way back into that space with wrenches or other tools and actually connect and tighten things? And just for your information, cursing may make the installer FEEL better, but it does not actually help with the installation. That’s from personal experience!
But I was overcoming these problems, and doing quite well, thank you, until I bent down to adjust something and ZING!!! My lower back! I wasn’t even touching anything, let alone straining. I just bent over and twisted slightly.
The air in the kitchen still has a hint of the blue streak that I then created, and that was hours ago.
Well, we had a golf tee time today but I wasn’t able to play. Couldn’t bend at the waist to address the ball. But walking usually helps when I have back pain, so I walked the 18 holes while Carol and our good friend Ruth played. They played pretty well, too.
Once we got home this afternoon I finished up the installation and turned on the electricity. Thus far the water supply fittings have not leaked, but we haven’t actually run a load of dishes through it to see if the drain hoses leak or not. In my experience, SOMETHING’S got to leak.
Or maybe it will wait until 2 a.m. and flood the whole house while we sleep.
That’s IF I can sleep, with my back hurting.