My AC- it started leaking AGAIN!!! God dammit!!! (past leaks noted here and here) So I called my home warranty and they sent someone out. Right off the bat- he said (as he walked into my place) this isn’t going to be covered by my warranty if it’s a pipe issue. He does some dismantling of the interior part of my unit and tells me it’s probably the drain pipe that’s clogged, and asked if I knew where the drain line was. I don’t. We look, we have no luck. He asks if he can see if my neighbor below is home and see if I drain into her pipe or something. He comes back up and says that my neighbor has a wealth if information and that when she was leaking, she had a cracked pan and called the HOA property manager, who had the on-site handyman come by, who knew a guy to custom make her a new pan for a couple hundred. He says I should call Mr. HOA, blah, blah, blah.
Now, I got pissed.
I asked him- is my problem the pipes or a cracked pan. He said it could be either, but I should have the on-site handy guy take care of it because it’s not going to be covered by my warranty. He asked if I wanted him to put my unit back together or if he should leave it apart for the handyman… I said put it back together because who knows when (if) he’ll come by. He puts things back together, and asks for the copay check. Foolishly, I give it to him… I shouldn’t have because he didn’t fix anything and couldn’t even give me a diagnostic. Bastard.
So, I decide that I’m going to call someone non-warranty affiliated to come out and look at the AC.
Slight digression:
Before group #2 comes out… I’m texting with PPE. He asks how I am doing…and I unleash my venting rant about the AC punk and how he didn’t do anything. I think it takes about 20 texts to get the whole story out. When I’m done, I ask him what he’s up to. The response I got, was the last thing I ever expected to see…. “I’m leaving the porn shop with TWAH.” Holy hell, I busted out laughing. I have Jaeger looking at me like I just lost my mind. I’m in tears. I apologize…actually I said something along the lines of “being a Debbie Downer because of my tyrant, and I’m sorry”. PPE graciously tells me that a tyrant is a person, I had a tirade.
Hello moron.
Now I feel really, really, really stupid. I apologized for being an idiot- tell him to ignore me and have fun with TWAH and their new treats.
Twenty minutes later I’m texting PPE again, this time because I don’t know how to spell dazzling “is it ‘dazzeling’ or ‘dazzling’?” He laughs, tells me how to spell. I thank and tell him that he can officially ignore me the rest of the night.
Back to the regularly scheduled program…
Group #2 comes out and tells me that the dripping is from my drip pan rusting out, not my pipes being clogged. Since my unit is just over 20 years old, there’s isn’t a readily available drip pan for replacement. I have to have it custom made. Great. I agree to have someone out to quote me for a new AC. He was out yesterday, and I’m supposed be faxed a quote today sometime. I asked for a rough estimate and the guy said anywhere between $4800-5200. Holy fucking hell. (Or as PPE said when he asked…’Holy fucking Buddha!!’)
I’ve got to make some more calls and get some other people out for some price quotes.
God help me.
Rock out- in the porn shop.
Now, I got pissed.
I asked him- is my problem the pipes or a cracked pan. He said it could be either, but I should have the on-site handy guy take care of it because it’s not going to be covered by my warranty. He asked if I wanted him to put my unit back together or if he should leave it apart for the handyman… I said put it back together because who knows when (if) he’ll come by. He puts things back together, and asks for the copay check. Foolishly, I give it to him… I shouldn’t have because he didn’t fix anything and couldn’t even give me a diagnostic. Bastard.
So, I decide that I’m going to call someone non-warranty affiliated to come out and look at the AC.
Slight digression:
Before group #2 comes out… I’m texting with PPE. He asks how I am doing…and I unleash my venting rant about the AC punk and how he didn’t do anything. I think it takes about 20 texts to get the whole story out. When I’m done, I ask him what he’s up to. The response I got, was the last thing I ever expected to see…. “I’m leaving the porn shop with TWAH.” Holy hell, I busted out laughing. I have Jaeger looking at me like I just lost my mind. I’m in tears. I apologize…actually I said something along the lines of “being a Debbie Downer because of my tyrant, and I’m sorry”. PPE graciously tells me that a tyrant is a person, I had a tirade.
Hello moron.
Now I feel really, really, really stupid. I apologized for being an idiot- tell him to ignore me and have fun with TWAH and their new treats.
Twenty minutes later I’m texting PPE again, this time because I don’t know how to spell dazzling “is it ‘dazzeling’ or ‘dazzling’?” He laughs, tells me how to spell. I thank and tell him that he can officially ignore me the rest of the night.
Back to the regularly scheduled program…
Group #2 comes out and tells me that the dripping is from my drip pan rusting out, not my pipes being clogged. Since my unit is just over 20 years old, there’s isn’t a readily available drip pan for replacement. I have to have it custom made. Great. I agree to have someone out to quote me for a new AC. He was out yesterday, and I’m supposed be faxed a quote today sometime. I asked for a rough estimate and the guy said anywhere between $4800-5200. Holy fucking hell. (Or as PPE said when he asked…’Holy fucking Buddha!!’)
I’ve got to make some more calls and get some other people out for some price quotes.
God help me.
Rock out- in the porn shop.
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