Monday, December 10, 2007

How to waste a weekend.

The universe has a way of evening things out. Since everything was going smoothly at the crapshack. Something bad had to happen at my place. Which it did.

On Saturday our furnace decided it wanted to act up. It doesn't matter that it was suppose to get down to 32 degrees that night. Oh wait it does. Fucking universe.

Anyway. Mr S. and I spent a couple hours working on it. We actually managed to get the thing working by cleaning up the pilot ignitor sensor to get rid of corrosion. Three hours later though, at 8pm, it spewed it last cough and completely stopped working. Did I mention it was suppose to be the coldest day of the year? Oh yeah - I did.

We went over our options. One of which was bugging out to a hotel. But - with the bunnies, the pain in the ass factor was high. So we decided to close all the rooms down, and hope we could keep warm enough by sleeping in front of the fireplace in the living room. We don't have a huge place, but with the freezing temps and it being pretty windy - a house gets frigid quickly. I also found myself at Target at 10:30pm buying an electric space heater.

I just have to go off on a mini tangent here.

So, I'm in the middle of a melt down. Target was filled with workers in the isles stocking, and doing whatever. I had a question about the heaters, because a few of them were called "Oil Filled Radiator Heaters".

Space heaters are really dangerous - and I didn't want anything that needed to be run on oil inside the house. My question was simply " do you have to put oil in these things"? It doesn't seem like too lame of a question. Does it?

The worker looked at me like I was from mars - and asked "you want price check"? It was then I realised he barely spoke two words of English. Which normally doesn't fucking bother me. But it so totally did this time.

It is one thing if you want to speak your own language. I don't care. But you should at least be able to speak enough English to help customers. Irritated the shit out of me.

Anyway.. I'm going to have to break this up into parts. Stay tuned.


  1. Maybe you should have said:
    "?Necesito el aceite? Que?!!"

  2. HA! That's funny.

    The sad thing is, if they would have spoken Spanish - I could have probably worked with that. Even I speak pigeon Spanish.

    They were Indian, and I have no idea how to speak any of that.

  3. Oooh...Enjoy how I make blanket assumptions? Niiiice.

  4. I don't know... odds are in your favor. This is California after all.

    That is what I would have guessed too - if I was reading that story. (shrug)