Now what?
Living room is done.
Now, I'm havin' a cawfee break and waiting for people to get up and outta here so I can lug this machine up stairs and do three of the four rooms up there... after I get this kinda put back together down here.If I don't at least get the cat boxes back down, all nice and clean, my nice and clean carpets won't be for long. (The only room I don't need to do up there is our bedroom.
The only place it needs that machine run is behind and under the headboard of the waterbed where it won't fit, so peese on it.) While I drink my coffee, allow me to present you with yet another typical "why me, Lord?" moment, complete with a "what do I do now?" inquiry. Coupla days ago, my DirecTV in the living room started screwin' up.
Kept going off.
The other two were working just fine, but... "Mine is not to wonder why. Mine is but to fix or throw a fit." It kept saying "searching for satellite signal" with a number after it and I already know the drill when this shit starts. First, go see if it's raining or might rain anytime in the next two days.
If there's a cloud on the horizon, chances are that's what's wrong.
Shit.
If there's a cloud as far away as Minnesota, that very well could be what's doing it. Who am I kiddin', here? If not, you start the reset shit.
Unplug it.
Wait 30 seconds.
Plug it back in. And, nuthin'. Try again. Nuthin'. Unplug it AND pull the card. Plug it back in, insert card and tah-dah, it works. For 10 minutes. Go through the whole thing another 27 times and finally concede defeat and call in. The very nice lady I was talking to decided my receiver wasn't reading the card anymore and shipped me a new one.
Free.
I didn't even know they did this. Now, here's the "typical Stevie's luck" part... Yesterday, on one of my many trips into the living room, I noticed the TV had healed itself, apparently, because it was working fine and I hadn't touched it and sure as SHIT none of the guys did... Whatever.
Cool. Hope it keeps doing that til the new one gets here, right? Well, the new one got here about 45 minutes later. I toss the box (gently) on top of the entertainment center and go on cleaning. Later, as I'm shop-vaccing the living room, Eric says I keep making the TV go off and on. Who am I now?
Jeannie? I push the shop-vac into the satellite cable, which JUST HAPPENS to have a connector thingy in it.
As I do that, *blink*, *blink*, goes the TV. Eric grabs the connector thing and... it's LOOSE. So, he "fixed" it and now I have the new receiver from them too and what do I do now? My first (and only, so far) thought is to just ship the new one back, unopened. Bet I'd be the first person in the history of DirecTV to do that...
Or, one of the veeeery few who would. One of my basic philosophies is, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
And, since I know what was wrong with the receiver/TV/cord and it's tight now, that means it ain't broke, so I don't need to fix it.
Plus, I hate fuckin' with alla those contemptible wires-n-shit. HOWEVER, I also have the kinda luck where the instant the FedEx truck pulls away with the new receiver to send it back, the old one will burst into flame.
Or explode.
Or some other stupid shit. Believe me. I've been through this kind thing many more times before than I care to even think about. So. Suggestions?
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Yes, I know the routine quite well, its called "Living On An Old Indian Burial Ground"...otherwise known as "Haunted House Syndrome" Been there, done that....you cant fight it, all you can do is pay, pay, pay......
Posted by: Ruth at September 14, 2006 01:09 PM (Z+Upq)
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or move... heh
Posted by: c at September 14, 2006 04:06 PM (skSAg)
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Hell, I don't mind, in fact, I welcome those who died around here.
All the Southern boys who wanna hang here can do so for eternity.
In fact, every time the front blows open on it's own, I matter-of-factly just say, "Hi there. C'mon in. If yer Confederate, stay as long as you want. Northern... ya might wanna rethink this."
However, this time, I'm thinking more along the lines of "cats".
The connector thing was under the end table near my chair, out of sight to us, but a perfect "forbidden fruit" toy to those hairbags.
Whichever.
I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna explain this to DirecTV...
All the Southern boys who wanna hang here can do so for eternity.
In fact, every time the front blows open on it's own, I matter-of-factly just say, "Hi there. C'mon in. If yer Confederate, stay as long as you want. Northern... ya might wanna rethink this."
However, this time, I'm thinking more along the lines of "cats".
The connector thing was under the end table near my chair, out of sight to us, but a perfect "forbidden fruit" toy to those hairbags.
Whichever.
I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna explain this to DirecTV...
Posted by: Stevie at September 14, 2006 06:10 PM (O8wUt)
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