I’m starting this post with a light-hearted photo to break up the tension you’re about to read. Instead of elf on a shelf, I’ve got a snowman on a shelf. Doesn’t rhyme, but it’s adorable. 😊
I got bit by Karma after my post where I complained about complainers. I’ve now become a complainer myself.
Why Lori, after all that complaining you did about complainers, how in the world did you turn into one of them?
Well, I don’t complain about life in general, because that is what I meant by “complainers.” However, if you read my blog regularly, you’ll remember a little situation I shared about a broken refrigerator.
It’s been twelve days now and the refrigerator is still broken.
Now I’m complaining.
I’ve been longing to have family in my home for a holiday for years. This year it finally happened. I’m having 20 people on Christmas Eve.
I don’t have a refrigerator.
It’s a two year old refrigerator.
We bought and paid for a five year warranty.
We are being told that the part to fix it is unavailable.
Doesn’t that mean they should replace the refrigerator?
We have to wait twenty-one days for them to see if they can magically create the unavailable parts out of thin air. Then if they don’t conjure up the parts with their magic wand, they will replace the refrigerator.
The washing machine we bought from them two years ago hasn’t worked properly from the beginning. Had technicians out here multiple times, and they said their computer shows no errors. They never fixed it. We bought a used washer and dryer to replace them and they actually work. The two-year-old machines with a five-year warranty are sitting unused in our basement.
DON’T BUY GE.
Oh, and it’s no wonder Sears is going out of business. Their five year warranty we paid for is good for nothing. They don’t service their customers.
I’ve thrown stink after stink with these people. Nothing works. They don’t care about their customers. I even called GE and they said they can’t help me either.