Delivery guys, accompanied by Man Friday (and his daughter as translator), came today with the new washer.
It is NOT a washer/dryer combo. Say hello to crunchy towels and ironing almost everything.
Oh, and it flooded my bathroom after they left.
Man Friday returned, tightened something. Said to try it again. If it leaks now, it's beyond his capabilities: he'll have to call a master.
It's leaking again. It's 6:30 on a Friday night. So I don't expect anyone to come before Monday. Maybe Tuesday.
I've lost my sense of humor over this.
What really pisses me off about this, is that I feel so petty and spoiled, bitching about some appliance issues while people are losing their jobs. Their homes. I'm the Bitch Princess who can't cope with a little dirty laundry and some cat pee on the bathroom rug. I should be tougher than this.
Waiting... - *In October on Manezh Square, outside of the Kremlin* It's the final countdown until the Olympics... Here's a link to an article that was in the "Russia ...
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