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The Jude is so irritated right now. Grrrr. Judezilla.
Last week, Jen had called the gas company to get recommendations on who should come install our new gas dryer, which we got on Friday and haven't been able to use yet. (And we are so out of clothes.) But anyway, the gas company gave some recommendations and she called them, and made an appointment with one of the companies for this morning at 8. The woman on the phone said it should be somewhere around $70. Okay, fine.
Well, 7:30 rolls around and Jen is getting ready for work and I am just filled with this weird sense of dread about this dryer guy, and I ask her if she can stay to deal with him and go into work a little late. I mean, I don't have any clothes, I've been wearing these pajamas for two days, my clothes are all buried behind our king-sized mattress that we took out so Jen could paint the bedroom (which probably won't be done until next weekend at this rate), etc. and I was ready to have a meltdown. So she stays.
Well, damn, I should trust my instincts more often because I would have seriously lost my shit if I had been alone with this guy. Jen goes down into the basement with him and he tells her it will cost TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE DOLLARS. To hook up the parts. I'm not even kidding. So Jen comes upstairs and tells me this and asks me what to do, and I'm like, "You call that woman in the office and you find out what is up." But I guess she went back downstairs and talks to the guy about how she was not expecting this /at all/ and she isn't sure what to do and the guy ends up leaving, no charge. Which was nice of him, since he probably should have charged something for showing up. But hello, $285 to hook up a dryer? WHAT?
So now we need to find a Plan B. We should have just gotten an electric dryer so we could just plug the effing thing in. We need to wash some clothes STAT but I can't leave the house all day because freaking IKEA is supposed to drop off our headboard sometime between 12 and 6.
Last week, Jen had called the gas company to get recommendations on who should come install our new gas dryer, which we got on Friday and haven't been able to use yet. (And we are so out of clothes.) But anyway, the gas company gave some recommendations and she called them, and made an appointment with one of the companies for this morning at 8. The woman on the phone said it should be somewhere around $70. Okay, fine.
Well, 7:30 rolls around and Jen is getting ready for work and I am just filled with this weird sense of dread about this dryer guy, and I ask her if she can stay to deal with him and go into work a little late. I mean, I don't have any clothes, I've been wearing these pajamas for two days, my clothes are all buried behind our king-sized mattress that we took out so Jen could paint the bedroom (which probably won't be done until next weekend at this rate), etc. and I was ready to have a meltdown. So she stays.
Well, damn, I should trust my instincts more often because I would have seriously lost my shit if I had been alone with this guy. Jen goes down into the basement with him and he tells her it will cost TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE DOLLARS. To hook up the parts. I'm not even kidding. So Jen comes upstairs and tells me this and asks me what to do, and I'm like, "You call that woman in the office and you find out what is up." But I guess she went back downstairs and talks to the guy about how she was not expecting this /at all/ and she isn't sure what to do and the guy ends up leaving, no charge. Which was nice of him, since he probably should have charged something for showing up. But hello, $285 to hook up a dryer? WHAT?
So now we need to find a Plan B. We should have just gotten an electric dryer so we could just plug the effing thing in. We need to wash some clothes STAT but I can't leave the house all day because freaking IKEA is supposed to drop off our headboard sometime between 12 and 6.
