Early morning New Year’s Day, I heard what sounded
like something falling. The noise startled me, but more concerning was a sound that could only be described as a jet engine taking off. I wandered through the
house trying to locate the source, and thought it might be the attic fan. I
turned the switch to the “off” position and went to bed.
At two a.m., I heard the sound again. Since my
arthritis had been acting up, I limped through the house, but couldn’t pinpoint
the origin of the noise.
I finally took the chairlift to the basement and
discovered the furnace was vibrating. I went upstairs, and turned the
thermostat down and went to bed. About five, the heat kicked on and I called
the afterhours number for the heating and cooling company we have always used.
My sisters, sister-in-law, and Mom were on their
way to visit, and I had full confidence that the heat would be back on by the
time they arrived.
The technician arrived and after he had me sign an
agreement to pay holiday rate, he went to turned up the thermostat to hear the
noise. The HVAC technician attempted to tighten the part that failed, but as
soon as he turned the system on…same noise. The verdict was it needed parts to
fix the problem and they could not be ordered until the next day, of course. He
suggested I use space heaters to keep the house warm.
When they saw what a hard time I had walking, my
sisters and sister-in-law went to town to buy space heaters for me. Mom and I
sat in front of the baseboard heater in the sunroom and visited until they
returned.
I put some extra blankets on the bed and spent a
comfortable night. The next day, I found out the parts were scheduled to come
in Monday. With an epic ice/snowstorm predicted for Sunday, I offered to pay
the $100 to have the parts sent over night. Problem solved, right?
Wrong. The parts didn’t come in Friday, but
instead were “delayed” in Ft. Worth. The parts manager called in a favor and
had a substitute part brought in from Kansas City, but although it was the
correct size, the fan turned in the wrong direction. Back to square one.
My thoughts were that if the part didn’t come in
Friday, it would surely be here Saturday. The parts guy gave me the tracking
number but when I checked the progress, the package was “delayed.”
I know how hard it is to talk to a real person at
UPS, but I made a valiant attempt anyway, and after a long wait on hold, I
talked to someone. I explained the situation to him—furnace out, big house, space
heaters, storm coming, and single digit temps. He gave me a case number and
transferred me to a supervisor.
While I was on hold for another twenty minutes “expected
delivery” popped up on the screen and it said Monday. When the supervisor came
on the line, she said, “Sorry for the inconvenience, but your package was put
on the wrong truck. It will arrive on Monday.”
Looking at the details, I could see the package
had been delayed 15 hours before it was rerouted to the airport in Illinois. “Our
planes do not fly on the weekends,” she said.
“So I paid extra to have it sent overnight and because
of that, it can’t possibly get here until Monday? If you can put it on a truck
to Illinois why can’t you put it on a truck to Missouri?”
“So sorry for the inconvenience,” she said.
I could feel my temper rising, “It’s more than an inconvenience.
There’s an epic storm coming Sunday, and they may not be able to get here to
put the part in Monday. My dog and I will be trapped in a house without a
furnace in freezing weather. Whose fault is it that it was put on the wrong
truck? ” It was a rhetorical question because we both knew the answer.
After a moment of silence, she said, “I can’t
promise, but I’ll try to get it on a truck to you by tomorrow.”
Well, there is the “I can’t promise” part, so I’m
not holding my breath.
Although my situation is not good, my heart goes
out to caregivers who have to worry about their loved ones. Bad situations are
only worse when you are responsible for the care and comfort of another person.
With ice and heavy snow in the forecast, power outages may mean I’m not the
only one without heat.
On the bright side, our generator was recently
tested and working well. I’ve been able to wear the heavy sweatshirts and
sweaters that I had always saved for a day outdoors. I most likely will spend
my weekend layered and huddled in front of a space heater.
I’ve heard several people say, “God doesn’t give
you anymore than you can handle,” but I’m not sure if that’s in the Bible, or
just wishful thinking.
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L. S. Fisher
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