From Sunday....forgot to post it...Been having fun trying to get the printer online right now... going through customer service for assistance, in and of itself a trial. I’ve been on hold for a good while now, and still no tech people have answered, just “Hi can I have your name?” people. “Please wait while we transfer your call.” Oh, sorry, it’s “please hold while we connect your call.” As if it were being done by a receptionist on a switchboard.
So, the world continues. As Longo’s puts it, you fix the print, the print jams, you fix the print the printer jams. You kick the printer, log out... and go home!
But I am home. More is the pity.
The chair war continues. Mom and I had bought several kitchen chairs for the house, and had them delivered. Normal. Went to bring one of them in, the screws fell out of the bottom, and the seat nearly fell out. Called the company and was told that, “Oh I forgot to tell you, they ran out of the right screw, but he’ll come and fix it tomorrow.”
Tomorrow comes, and he “fixes” it. I bring it up, sit on it for one day and the screws fall out yet again. Same screws. The chair also wobbles like it is in a windstorm. Call in again. “Oh, that’s no good, we get a new chair for you.” Fine.
New chair is delivered. We inspect it. Guess what? It’s not a new chair! The frame was replaced, but the seat cushion is the same, with the holes from the last frame’s screws still in it! The guy tells me that it is new, and not to fuss. I mention that new things don’t have holes in them! He tells me I am being too fussy, “it’s not like you paid a million dollars for it”. So, what, I should be happy to have a safety risk in my home because I didn’t pay for it to be gold-embossed?
The owner of the store is going to the manufacturers on Monday, and hopefully, this time we get a completely new chair, with the right screws and no holes.
Oh, and we have yet another rep on the phone who is very nice and tells me that I have been transferred to the wrong department, but that he can fix that. Beeping of phone lines commences...of blinking course.
The department I need is only open Monday through Friday, 9 to 5. It is Sunday afternoon. 45 minutes on the phone to be told that they aren’t open is not my idea of a great day.
Later...
Oh, well. Fine! Be that way. I shut everything down, left it alone, and restarted everything a minute later. Leave the room to talk to Mom about dindin and, lo and behold, the printer spits out the test sheets I tried to print an hour ago. I have a shy printer now. My computer only installs things when I am not watching it, so they make a nice little couple. (Norton and I had a war. I finally cracked and read a fashion magazine, only for the Mr. Dressup article, and it installed. No difference in anything, just me not watching it. *giggles*)
I still love my little Toshiba. Its name is Loiosh. Fitting, as it does make cracks at my intelligence.
Grumbling yours...
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