So this morning, BigDaddyFish and I were utilizing our Locked Door strategy when Sunny came up yelling that Nemo had pulled out all the cords to the tv again. He is rather prone to doing just that, so we had no reason to doubt her, but also didn't see any urgent need to go running down to fix the problem. They'd survive without Oswald and Hi-5 for a few minutes while we finished our conversation. But Sunny's been really working on that middle child competition (you know, the one where Little Man and Sunny compete to see who is the Most Middle Child of the middles) so she had a full-on temper tantrum necessitating a trip to her bed for a while to think about staying calm. Once I got her squared away I went downstairs to fix the tv, only to find that all the cords were plugged in. Nemo had spit liquid into the DVR and shorted it out. This isn't the first time this happened. He spit it into our old cable box that I then was able to get working again just in time for us to decide to upgrade to the DVR. (I SWEAR I wrote a post about that, but I can't for the life of me find it. It was right before Christmas, I think. Ring any bells?)
This time drying it out didn't work, so I called Tsacmoc to tell them what happened and to arrange to get a new DVR (yes, I plan on paying for it). I waded through their ridiculous menus, and got a message that said that my phone number isn't in their records. After banging the phone on the counter a couple of times, I tried again, this time being vague until I got an actual human person to talk to.
The Monday after BDF and I got back from our weekend, a Tsacmoc service person showed up at my house. I was bewildered, because I would have known if we'd called for service, and we hadn't. The guy said someone called to complain there was no sound from the TV. Besides the fact that I wouldn't call the cable company for such a thing, I couldn't figure out what had happened. About ten minutes after the guy left I looked a bit more closely at the receipt he'd forced me to take and noticed that the phone number it was showing was not my number. Not even close. I called the guy back and told him not only what the problem was but also my actual number, but of course it never got translated into the system.
To make a long frustrating story short, tomorrow a tsacmoc service person is coming to our house to bring us a new DVR. I think that is a scheduling coup for me, because never have they ever come out to our house so quickly. I told the guy on the phone "My kid spit juice into the DVR and shorted it out" and that I was fully prepared to pay for it and the guy said, "Well, we'll just put in the service call, and we'll see tomorrow if you actually have to pay." WTF is that supposed to mean? He doubts that my kid actually spit stuff in the box?
Stay tuned for tomorrow's installment of Dr. Destruction. Any bets on what he's going to destroy next?
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Yesterday while I was busy being unplugged, I went to visit some other ponds. First, my wonderful friend Stacy let me blogsit over at her place where I talked about a profound experience that I still think about 16 years later.Then, I also talked a bit more about the importance of nurturing your marriage over at DC Metro Moms, and darn if that thing didn't get picked up for syndication next week, too. Check them out and enjoy!
Oh no! Ok, this time I mean it. Get a cabinet for your electronics. They're not that expensive. Seriously.
Posted by: Agincourtdb | March 05, 2009 at 07:10 PM