The Bloody Doors Off

So this week has been a (minor) clusterfuck. Don’t get me wrong, most of it has been positive. Work is creeping in, and Spring is threatening outside (though I suspect Winter will have one last blast before it hibernates for 7-8 months).

My coffee maker broke down earlier in the week. Pain in the ass, but there are workarounds. A neighbour on our floor lent me her Bodum while I waited for the new model to arrive. And yesterday, it showed up.

Huzzah.

But then the kitchen faucet threw a hissy fit and began geysering (yes, that’s a word; I say so, therefore it shall be) when you turned either tap on. I spent a fuck of a long time today trying to figure out IF it could be fixed (it’s a Pfister model and the neck doesn’t detatch, only the handles do) and what part would be needed. So I spent considerable time talking with 3 plumbers (after our building go-to said they weren’t available until next Wednesday) and sussing out a game plan.

I spoke with the manufacturer as well, as they have a ‘lifetime’ guarantee. Only they won’t just send out a complete new model. No, they will send out a part they think would fix the problem, and if THAT doesn’t work, then they’d send out another part that MIGHT work. After that, then they would replace the whole unit.

And oh, said part won’t arrive for 7-10 days.

7-10 days without a kitchen sink.

Fuck no. I am not washing pots in the bathtub goddammit.

One of the plumbers says, hey we have a few Moen taps in stock that we’ll install temporarily (at no charge) until you get the part needed. That becomes a leading option. But we still would be looking at multiple visits by the plumber to test out the replacement part.

An idea forms. It’d be cheaper just to order a new bloody faucet. So I check on Wayfair, find the same model (not on sale this time, crap) and put it in my cart. It says delivery by next Wednesday. I comparison shop with other similar models to see if I can get a better deal. While I could save money on price, it’d take weeks to a month for any of them to arrive.

Fuck it. Let’s get this model.

But that still means 6 days without a kitchen sink.

So I pull the trigger and tell the aforementioned plumber that we’ll go ahead with the temporary install.

But of course it’s midnight by the time this is decided and it appears he’s gone to bed. So, if I’d made this decision 6 hours ago, he could’ve come out first thing in the morning. Now? I’m not sure if I can get him in before Monday. Which means potentially 3 more days without a kitchen sink.

Oh yeah, I buried the lead. I’ve been dealing with massive anxiety the entire time this has been going on today. Dunno why. Just decided I wasn’t stressed enough, I guess.

I fucking hate adulting.