We didn't get really mad till they told us, 'Next week.'
Yesterday we had an appointment window of 12-4. At one minute after four we called dispatch and asked where the technician was. He's delayed, they said. Yes, we replied, that's why we're calling. Eye twitch ensued. The technician finally arrived about 6:45 PM. He tooled around, took a look and identified the problem. Our furnace/heating/cooling element needs a new compressor and some other gizmos.
'$5,000,' the technician said.
'$5,000?'
The system is just a few months past warrantee, you see.
We talked ourselves off the ledge and agreed.
'Okay,' the technician said, 'We're looking at next week Monday or Tuesday...'
And that's when we went nuclear.
'Next week?!'
We're having a big heat wave next week, 100 + it looks like. And Oldest Daughter's graduation party is on Sunday and there's a tonne of prep to do.
You see, the parts warehouse is closed on the weekend for some reason, the technician told us. Do recall that if they had just come Thursday night- like they said, they could have repaired the problem on Friday, for $5,000 mind you. In our estimation we couldn't get anyone else out to fix the problem, not on a weekend like this.
Needless to say that work ends with this job.
As a Southern who knows the value of a c I feel your pain
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