We can put that career choice right up there along with being a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model and financial advisor. Not gonna happen. I will never be an appliance repair person.
Every time I turned on the washer last week, I got an error message. It would only flash for a few seconds and then disappear. I was really driving myself nuts. Why would it do that? What is wrong with my nearly new washer? Did Best Buy do something to it to make us regret not buying the extended warranty? Is it in cahoots with the dormant dishwasher and the humming garbage disposal? I got out the manual, but of course nowhere did it list the error code I was seeing. Oh crap! Oh crap! Curse you appliance gods!
The error kind of looked like it had a “c” and an “l” in it. Maybe it’s the filter? So I tried cleaning the filter. I followed the instructions to the letter. I opened the little door, I undid the little hose thingie, I had a rubbermaid container ready to catch all of the water out of the little hose. No water came out of the hose. However, all kinds of water came out of the filter chamber when I loosened the end. It went everywhere. Two towels later I finally got the filter out-it was clean, although it was slightly stinky in there. I put everything back and turned on the washer. Same error code. Next I tried to clean out the gasket-there was quite a bit of hair stuck in there. I turned it on again-there was still an error code. Arrrrrrrrrgh!
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to try the next recommended step, which was to dial the LG service number on my phone, and let the “washer” talk to the phone. Does this make anyone else think of when they ask droids in the Star Wars movies to talk to ships? No that’s just me? I was looking around for R2-D2 and C-3PO-though I bet this wouldn’t be one of the six million forms of communication that 3PO was supposedly fluent in.
After deciding that I didn’t feel comfortable letting my washer talk in robot language right in front of me (who knows what it might say about us), I opened my laptop and found a website that explains all of the error codes. I felt pretty stupid-it turns out the washer was just telling me that the child lock was on. As soon as I saw it on there, the code made sense. Of course! Duh!
But wait, there’s more…
The next morning was the first day of the weather deciding that, oh yeah, it’s FALL! I anticipated this happening. I made sure I turned the heat back on before I went to bed last night. It’s been warm and humid, which has made it feel even warmer. This morning was the WAKE-UP call! It was cold enough that the dog climbed in bed with me after my husband left for work. I have the heat set at 60 at night because my husband is the reverse Princess and the Pea with 8 or so blankets on the bed. At a little before 7 am, I have the thermostat set to go up to 66 degrees.
When the alarm went off, I went into the bathroom to hear a HORRIBLE noise coming from somewhere. I thought it was the humidity control thing in there, but as I fiddled with that I realized that it was coming from the FURNACE. Nooooooooo! I went downstairs, turned off the heat, went to get my son out of bed, and then went down to the basement to fight with the furnace. I finally pulled the door off the front and it wouldn’t even stop running. It sounded like it had swallowed a train or something. There was a wheel thingie turning on there, and I had no idea what it was or why it wouldn’t stop. When it finally stopped running 10 minutes later, it started to get very cold in the house. I texted my husband that it wasn’t working right and making a horrible noise. Since he was there at work the day after his horrible accident, he had only gone in to wrap a few things up and could come home (apparently you really shouldn’t report to work after almost having your toe amputated by rogue metal). Meanwhile I was still coming up with ways we would have to heat our house alternatively since we couldn’t afford a repairman. What could we burn? Where could we burn it? Could we chop down our tree? Our neighbor has a chainsaw. I bet if we mowed our lawn she’d lend it to us.
He came home, and he got it to work. He just TURNED IT ON. That’s all. There was no noise, it was putting out hot air. It was like he had a magic touch. When I asked him how he did it, his first response was that a magician never reveals his secrets. Then he said that he unwrapped his foot and showed it to the furnace and scared it into working. Ha ha. Thanks furnace. This is the thanks I get for vacuuming you out, changing the furnace filters, and removing the dead mouse with two wooden dowels as giant makeshift salad tongs? Make a liar out of me? I see how you are!
See? Anxiety and Appliances that don’t behave are not a good mix. No furnace school for me. No refrigerator college. Not even coffee pot repair classes. The appliances don’t like me. It’s a conspiracy!