I *Want* to be Mean
Wed, February 7, 2007
Filed under: Rants
I realize that this sounds incredibly childish, but I’m quite a vindictive person… well, whenever I don’t get distracted by something shiny 
The story in short: our fridge broke down and fixing it, took the service company TWO WHOLE MONTHS. The actual fixing took them around 3 hours. What they were doing the rest of the time? Apparently enjoying their holidays, assuring us that our fridge did not start to smell like rotten cheese and/or claiming the parts needed to arrive from Korea.
Keeping all this in mind, I am perfectly entitled to be angry. Unfortunately I couldn’t exactly tell the guy fixing the fridge this, but I could do my best to be as rude as possible.
Maintenance Guy (MG): Are you sure you smelled the fridge, and not some stale cheese?
Me: Yes! I can still smell it as a matter of fact.
MG opens the back of the fridge, and notices a 5cm thick mould.MG: I believe you might have smelled this mould, here. Come smell it.
Me (aghast): Yes, most probably.
Vera reluctantly leans down to smell even more of the foul thing (joy).MG: It formed because the fridge wasn’t working and all that water couldn’t evaporate.
Me (staring at MG pointedly): So? How is that our fault.
MG (taken aback): Erm… I didn’t mean it that way…
MG goes down to his care to fetch his tools, huffing and puffing his way back up the four flights to our apartment. Yours truly doesn’t move a finger to help.MG: Phew! It’s hard without an elevator.
Me (tartly): To the fourth floor?
MG: It’s not so easy when you have these tools with you.
Me (innocently): Risks of the job, I’m afraid.
MG smiles, possibly contemplating strangling yours truly.
Not feeling the least bit sorry, I related these to mom, who nodded sympathetically… at first.
Mom: … he was fishing for sympathy.
Me: He picked the wrong person.
Mom: It’s not his fault.
Me: It’s his company’s fault and I want to scream at him.
Mom: Could you at least wait until he fixes the fridge.
Vera sulks her way to the computer, while the guy fixes the fridge.Mom: Could you help the poor man with his tools?
Me: I would, unfortunately they’re bound to explode if I did1.
Mom: … er, sorry?
Me: The only way I’d help him, is by throwing those tools out of the window.
Mom is staring at Vera aghast.
I certainly hope he had a dismal day. 
Sure, that was way beyond childish, but I’m the one who had to sleep near the balcony door, constantly hearing the rustling of bags with the food. I even dreamed about the bags flying around town; the wind these past days had been particularly strong.
Oh yes, and I finally finished with my exams, so that means that a new layout (for this site), and YourSite reviews are in order… Can’t believe I swamp myself during holidays.
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1 His tools consisted of some container with gas under pressure.
Rofl. You’re so evil.
I probably would’ve reacted exactly the same way! Whoohoo! 
I would rather be like you! I am too nice - and even if I planed to be evil I ended up someones butt monkey! I hope the fridge got fixed and for good too!
Sounds poetic in a sarcastic and a tad bit twisted way :grin: But I imagine the MG didn’t take it to heart too much, did he? Risks of the job, after all.
Insert evil cackle
Besides, he wasn’t the one who had to freeze to death every time he wanted something from the ‘fridge’ aka the balcony.
You speak to the fridge man the same way I speak to computer help people.
Man: You can shut off the system by holding the power button in for six seconds.
Me: Okay… *does so*
Man: Now restart it.
Me: Okay. It still doesn’t boot correctly.
Man: You can shut off the system by holding the power button in for six seconds.
Me: Are you trained to say that?
How do they train these people? Anyone can keep turning on and off the computer :roll:
Maintenance are becoming the worst hired in the world. They’re either rude or foreign to the point where you can barely understand what they’re saying. I would have been rude too. But then again, I’m rude 85% of the time.
2 whole months to fix a refrigerator??? And why on earth did he ask you the smell the mould?!? (Eek.) It’s just … disgusting. Hahaha.
I live on the fourth floor, and I lug a laptop and a heavy schoolbag up and down those stairs at least three times a day, and I am not complaining.
Heh.
@chanel: I like to think that I’m generally civil to most foreigners, but this was too much.
@Brenda: to make sure it was that the smell :-|I was so preoccupied with being disgusted, that I didn’t really smell anything in the end