It’s A Cluster-F**k

In February I wrote a post about 2016 being the Year of the Monkey, and although Monkeys are charming, creative people (ahem … comme moi, par exemple), Monkey Years can be a turbulent roller coaster ride.

In the past 2 weeks alone,

1 – My laptop has spent a week in the Geek Hospital.  It returned with a new motherboard and its 3rd new network card.  It STILL isn’t working properly.  Tech support and I are quickly becoming best of friends, and soon we will be adding each other’s name to our Christmas card lists.

2 – Although my external hard drive eventually gave up my photo library that it was holding hostage, it still refuses to release the videos of my sons’ childhood.  In fact, it keeps insisting the videos don’t even exist although I can see them there peering hopefully at me.

3 – Our washing machine made a very ugly noise during its spin cycle last week.  When I opened the door of the washer to investigate, I was greeted by a faceful of smoke that smelled like burning rubber rather than the pleasant aroma of freshly laundered clothes I had come to expect.

A $100 service call later, we were informed it was “broken and not worth fixing”.

… and now we wait, for our new washing machine will still be another 3 days before it can be delivered.  In the meantime, the laundry is piling up and I’m getting rather restless.

I’ve discovered I have laundry *issues*.  My need for tidy piles of clean clothes seems to border on the compulsive.  I’ve now developed a bit of an eye twitch that I hope goes away when I can indulge my laundry fix again.

4 – And now our 18-month-old upright freezer has decided to go tropical and resolutely refuses to produce cold air.  For the second time in as many years, we are about to lose hundreds of dollars of food.

Even more annoying, customer service doesn’t seem to care that this is the 2nd service call on this freezer since we bought it.  Yes, they are sending out a service person.  No, I have no confidence that it will have a happy resolution.

Fasten your seatbelts, my friends. It looks like it’s going to be a bumpy ride.  I’ve got the whine-machine cranked up and unless things improve,  I plan to give it workout this year.