We are discussing things that refuse to work properly.
Story of my life!
I talked about cars that were problems in the comments to Joselyn on Tuesday and to Jeff on Thursday, a sewing machine that never liked me in Patty’s post on Monday; I talked about the TVs I grew up with that my father used to barely keep ‘alive’ in a comment to Angie on Wednesday.
I recently talked on our day about being ‘snookered’ concerning a computer. The first two (of the same model), were such lemons, they sent a third.(I spent, from my estimations, over 30 hours on the phone with Dell over the PCs. When they asked me how long I thought I had spent before they sent the last one, I said, “On hold and everything? I’d estimate 28 hours.” The man said he’d send a new one; I assume it was even longer than 28 hours.)
In fact, one night I was on for so long that I made friends the bright, young Indian fellow who was trying to help me. He was very polite and did nothing to encourage me, but with having to wait for long stretches, I asked him about where he lived, etc. (The sun was going down where I was; it was coming up in Mumbai.) I told him that I didn’t want to get him into trouble, but to hang on to my email address and email us when he no longer worked for Dell. I heard from him about 5 months later.
He calls, we email and SKYPE with the families; the grandkids love the idea of talking around the world to him, or actually, they like that his dog will listen to them from so far away. We get into 3-way conversations with my husband on religion,(his family has been Christian since St. Thomas the Apostle landed in India).I am friends with his mother. I’ve given him advice on his love life. We have been in touch for over 10 years now.
But here’s a story that is a bit …different. After I closed my business and had given up on restarting, I had been somewhat ill, so I had not been working Someone I knew offered for me to go to work for her. She needed someone she trusted to be her ‘right hand’. A single-mom of a 13 year old boy, she was a doctor with a heavy work schedule. Her son no longer needed a babysitter, but it was nice to have someone around when he needed something, and someone he, also, trusted.(He was in my son’s Boy Scout troop, a few years younger than they were). She had almost finished renovating the large, very old house she had purchased in town. She needed a personal assistant. I did everything from party planning to personal cheffing , dusting to dealing with deliveries, laborers…and laundry.
She had warned me about her washer, which was located in her basement; it often, inexplicably, quit at the middle spin. She had the timer switched out twice and even switched out the entire washer for another, of another brand. But it kept happening, and did it when I, also, used the washer.
Not every time, but more often than not.
Yes, I do believe some supernatural things were going on in that house. [I have other stories.] Against most spiritual advice, after some time I did speak out and asked whatever was pulling the prank to please stop, that I didn’t think they meant me any harm, but it was hard on me to run up and down the stairs all the time.
It never stopped before the end of the entire cycle again.
No one has any other explanation.
Even with all that went on there, I hated to leave. I cut back on my hours as most of the work on her house was done and her big celebrations had been executed. I still went in part time while I had another job, but I became quite ill and stopped working outside of the home altogether.
She never talks about what goes on when I see her. Except for when I went into discuss the job and she said, (twice), “The poltergeist, or whatever I have, shuts off the washer mid-cycle”, and explained about the repairs and change of washer, we have never discussed all that seems to go on there. I think things happen to her, but since she lives there, I let it go.
If you have a mechanical, of-this-world theory, however, I’m open to hear it; otherwise…
the ghosts gave up the machine.