Lowe's Reaching New Lows

Maybe a better title to this post would have been, Lowe's Blows... I'll let y'all vote.

In the never-ending saga of poor customer service that seems to envelop my life (yes, still looking for what it is that balances it), Lowe's is the recent business to take a swing at me.

It's really been a massive clusterf*ck. I purchased a refrigerator, washer and dryer. When my condo was built, the W/D closet was too small for the bitchin' steam W/D that I bought, so I had to get them refunded.

I also snatched a clearance (oops, I musta had clearance on the mind, Clarence) refrigerator that was MINT in the store when I bought it, but by the time that they delivered it the thing was scratched all to hell and dented in both upper doors. The delivery guys said that it'd be no problem, they'd just replace the doors. I also discovered that the water dispenser didn't work and a broken flapper was causing the inside of the freezer to frost up.

Now, Lowe's is back-pedaling and saying that because it was a clearance item that they can't replace the doors, but can give me an extra 10% discount... which would be about $170 bucks.

That's weak-ass-shiz. Sorry K-Blo, not your fault I know, but I'm dissing your employer.

It's time to introduce y'all to zeaLOG. I have a place where my friends and I all track our customer service woes, check it.

UPDATE 11/03/08: Lowe's has delivered a brand spankin' new, unscratched, undented, working refrigerator to my condo. Check.

The BAM in Obama

I'm sorry to have to write this, but channeling your revolutionary tendencies circa late 1700's for the coming election is really childish don't ya think?

KMBC News reports:

Police are investigating after two bricks were thrown through the windows at Barack Obama's Kansas City campaign headquarters early Tuesday morning. Investigators said they found two bricks with messages on them. One brick had "False Hope" written on it and second had "Means Social War" written on it.

Is our country in such political upheaval that you have to resort to violence? The answer is no, you idiots.

Me thinks I'd attach a note to each brick and throw them back out of the window. On the back of "False Hope" I'd write "For falsetto, drop on balls." And on "Means Social War" I'd write "Pen Trumps Sword." While they stood there scratching their heads trying to figure out what I'd written I'd have my uncle wrap them up completely in duct tape from head to toe and wait for the authorities to arrive (he once did this to a purse snatcher... totally awesome).

Even cavemen have already evolved. Don't you idiots watch TV?

That's MY PIE!

Where's my pie?

I've been waiting for 50 minutes and the delivery time when I ordered was 25 minutes. So, I called 'em when I saw the Pizza Hut driver go buzzing past my new place.

The manager didn't know what was going on.

So, I waited another 20 minutes (which is where we are now) and called the store back again. The damn driver tried to call me to figure out where I'm at (the new building is really dark, so no one thinks anybody lives here) and dialed the local area code instead of my cell area code.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I'm flipping starving!

When they get a disconnected number, then they cancel the order for the driver's protection. So, I asked the manager how to fix it and she's sending another pie... I'm a bit surprised that she isn't sending it for free after all the hassle. Of course, I might be passed out from hunger by the time it gets here.

This will definitely prompt my research into the local pizzerias in my new 'hood.

On the plus side, while standing on the sidewalk waiting I met a resident from the only other occupied unit here. He was quite nice and talkative... I take back what I said earlier about him avoiding me in the parking garage.

UPDATE -- 5hr 6min later, still no pie. F6CK YOU P1ZZA H6T!
UPDATE --141 hours later, still no pie. AND, no reply from Pizza Hut corporate about the email that I sent them.

1 Man, 1 Unit, 1 Building

Notes on being the only person living in a new condo building (well, basically the only person since I've seen the neighbor guy a few times and he won't even look at me though I've tried to say hello... he's second floor serf anyhow).

• GOOD: Playing my music as loud as I damn-well please.
• BAD: No cute girls to borrow sugar from.

• GOOD: Never run into anyone in the hallway when in PJs and carrying trash.
• BAD: Often run into twin girls on tricycles in random places.

• GOOD: No loud-ass, barking rat dogs.
• BAD: No cute girls that own loud-ass, barking rat dogs.

• GOOD: That feeling of being the first one... you know #1!
• BAD: Being the first one to deal with construction problems.

• GOOD: Walking to the Plaza to party on, dude!
• BAD: Staying out until 4am because I can walk home.

• GOOD: Enjoying a most excellent view of The Plaza.
• BAD: Waking up to the sound of the Life Flight helicopter in the middle of the night.

Heehee!

New Posts on PlazaBUZZ...

For those in KC (and others that enjoy my wit), there are 4 new posts on the PlazaBUZZ:

• Crime stats on the Plaza and whether Larry Johnson impacted them.
• New movie being shot on the Plaza.
• How KC kicks the crap out of CT.
• Was LJ charged yesterday... for his $750 bottle of champagne?

Read all about 'em by clicking here!

New Blog: Plaza Buzz

Hey all, I started a new blog this morning called The Plaza Buzz. I'll work on the design over time, but wanted to let you know that there's a new place to read my words about my new neighborhood.

My Stardust Memories...

My Stardust memory; the memory of love's refrain... sorry, I was channeling Mr. Willie Nelson there for a second.

For y'all that maintain a Netflix queue, I'd recommend a great little gem of a flick that I watched last night, Stardust.

It's a very Princess Bride-like, fun flick about finding your true love. Which, as many of you know, I always adore.

I think I've written about my experience and education trying to find my true love more than any other topic.

I believe in true love, do you?

If so, how do you define it?

PS: If you'd like another fun little flick about love, then add Eragon to your queue, as well. It has dragons in it!

I Ain't Missin' You at All

I miss quite a few of my friends in Cali. Some of the best people to ever be in my life still reside in California. My trade off, of course, is that I'm here in the mid-west and much closer to family. So, when I say what I'm about to say, please know that I miss you all!

There are a few people that I feel too far away from now that I've moved to Missouri.

The first is a long-time friend who continues to stay in touch. In fact, we reciprocate regularly. I miss her smiling face. Although we chat a lot, even when I lived there I didn't see her often. But when we did spend time together we always had a wonderful wine-filled evening. She's raising a little one now and I miss the opportunity to see her body language when she tells me stories about her daughter. Thanks for the house-warming/bday cookies and chocolates, hun!

The other is also a long-time friend. Her and I have known each other and shared many experiences together since college. I worry about her because she has a tendency to get lost once in awhile. Lost in life, that is. The last time we saw each other she initiated an unexpected kiss. I've always wondered if there was more between us and I've said to her that I would like to pursue something deeper between us. But it just never seems to happen. She's out on the market again and I've told her that I'll turn the lighthouse on for her in case she finds herself adrift at sea.

Finally, I miss my T and my HB! Smooch!

No Internet for Condo Men

I haven't been blogging much because I haven't gotten internet at the new condo, yet. My long history of bad customer service continued with Time Warner. Their tech showed up on Thursday at 11am and spent 3 hours trying to hook up my cable. He even called in backup to try and figure it out. His claim was that something must be wrong with the wiring between the basement and my third floor condo.

So, when the specialists arrived on Saturday, they had it figured out in about five minutes. Apparently, if the Time Warner tech can't figure it out, then they call on those that have more installation expertise. These particular gentlemen worked for a company that TW contracted to tackle the troublesome installations.

The problem was that the room in the parking garage where the cable comes into the building was locked. Saturday. DOH.

However, the specialists left the main signal wire and the one to the office identified in my utility closet, so I should have the internet on Tuesday. Thank gawd.