Thursday, December 2, 2010

I'm getting soft

I am dying! I'm in pain, limping, wounded, mortally even! I don't know how I'm going to make it to the weekend, and heaven forbid even beyond that. My stomach is in knots and I'm sitting twirling my hair anxiously trying to think of a plan B. Thinking that I should have a formal super serious mega plan B that requires two different people authenticating codes to initiate plan B. "Alpha. Zorro. Tango. Delta...." I'm screwed!

My dryer died. Well it still has life, but it's not producing heat. We're calling a repair person. But really, do they even exist anymore? In this throwaway society people just as soon push the thing out to the curb and presto chango $500 later you have a new appliance! I mean for the price they quoted me for the repair person, something in the realm of $35 for the first 15 minutes, $25 for additional 15 minutes, it might just be cheaper in the end to get a new one. Anyhow, I'm hoping that he comes in and fixes the problem in 14 minutes and 59 seconds. With my luck, I might as well just hand him a blank cheque.

I started thinking about the days when I didn't have a washing machine/dryer at my disposal. We were lucky enough to have them in our building and in decent working order, but laundry was done every week or two, not whenever the heck we needed something clean. Unless something was soiled with some horribly wrong organic material, it would stay in the hamper til laundry day came along. If we needed something clean in that time between, we got to hand wash it and hang it up to dry in the bathtub or balcony. Some people were even more hardcore and did all of their laundry by hand, not that they were trying to save the planet or avoid harsh detergents or whatever gentrified reason there is nowadays for handwashing, they were just poor and wanted to spend their precious dollars elsewhere.


So my panic is somewhat subsiding, okay not really, but I am trying to keep in mind that waiting for a highway robber....errrr, repairperson to come fix your dryer isn't the worst thing in the world. In the meantime, I'll be getting old school and hauling my clothes down to the basement, along the bannister and wherever else I can find a spot to hang them.

3 comments:

Cheryl said...

I'm so attached to my dryer! And washer... Even though we're renting, a washer/dryer was a MUST for us. We've been spoiled and now I NEED a washer and dryer. I hope you don't get robbed errr taken for a ride by the repair guy!

Bluefunk said...

Oh geez! That's not good. Appliances just don't last like they used to anymore! That's such a senior moment comment! :) I can't imagine not having the washer and dryer and my disposal. My saving grace is that we have coin ones in the basement.

Nancy said...

Hi there, heading over from Canadian Moms. That really sucks that your dryer went and you're right, nowadays buying a new appliance is often cheaper than getting it repaired. I hope your week has turned up something positive. Anyways, take care m'dere!

Nancy