Well folks, my oven saga continues and it’s time for a real good pigging rant!
“What?” I hear you say.
“Ah, but I was only warming up in my earlier oven post”
I Only Want My Oven Mended…please
I’m “chilled” most of the time…honestly.
I was sceptical that the oven technician would even come today, after failing to show up Friday afternoon, but “they” did. Yes, and there were two of them – the technician and his side-kick. As the saying goes, “there is safety in numbers”. They were not offered the customary cup of coffee and cookies which I always give the tradesmen as I was still bearing a grudge from Friday’s “no show”. Yes, I know it was uncharitable, but wait!
One of them started making excuses and apologies about the “part” taking a long time to arrive before he’d even stepped through the door. His side-kick, looking decidedly guilty, averted his eyes. I did not believe a word – you can normally tell when someone’s lying by their body language. Their body language spoke volumes.
“Please don’t wind me up further” I thought as I escorted them to the kitchen.
I was having none of his excuses and rather than reply I gave him one of my withering looks I used to give our kids when they were misbehaving. I am sure you must be familiar with the “look” – they certainly were. I then retreated to the study and left Mr. Piglet in charge.
I then heard a bang.
“What now?” I thought, but resisted the temptation to investigate.
Five minutes later I was summoned by a very sheepish Mr. Piglet to the kitchen. Sensing my mood it took a moment for him to pluck up courage to break the news…
I turned on the technicians.
“What, I’ve waited over three months and you tell me you’ve ordered the WRONG part. I don’t believe it!” I wailed in disbelief.
I did not know whether to laugh or cry, such was my dismay!
I looked at Mr. Piglet in sheer disbelief, while the guys cowered by my oven.
Mobile phone already in hand the technician made a sharp exit.
“I need to ring the office”
“Yes, I bet you do” I replied tersely
“Don’t you dare tell me it’s going to take another three months!”
(I wish I could have been a Portuguese fly on the wall to eavesdrop on his conversation)
The other technician, sensing my mood now cowered further into the corner awaiting the result of the phone call.
Am I really that scary? Yes probably. The fuse which had been smouldering over the last three months finally ignited. I was ready to eat someone alive!
Phone conversation finished the technician returned the verdict.
“We need to take your oven away so we can order the correct part”
My goodness, this guy has courage! (he also has something else but as it a family blog I won’t repeat my actual thoughts here)
“Don’t you dare tell me it’s going to take another three months! We’ve been more than patient, it’s now winter and I need my oven”
“No problem, we will bring you a temporary oven on Friday afternoon”
Well that certainly “diffused” my anger…I looked at them suspiciously not quite believing I’d heard correctly.
They then made a hasty retreat with my oven and loaded it in their van. I probably should have asked for some paperwork in hindsight, in case they lose it. You think I’m joking?
After all the excitement I needed a coffee. Switched on the kettle and there was no electric. The “bang” I’d heard earlier had “tripped the electric.
I looked at Mr Piglet in horror
“Do you think they’ve damaged our oven and that’s why they’ve taken it away…?”
PS I was going to add a poll as to whether my oven arrives or not on Friday, but the process looked a little complicated so please just vote yes or no in comments 🙂