It's Here! It's Here!

. . .and it was no small feat getting it here, let me tell you!

The "it" I'm referring to is our beautiful new, baby dishwasher:

A few months ago (a.k.a. June), you may remember me blogging about a little fiasco involving the death of my dishwasher and the almost death of my toilet in the same day. 

Our gracious landlords had  just replaced our tatty carpet and were a little hesitant to spend more money on a new dishwasher. After a few months, though, they let us know that one was ordered and on its way! Becca by default ended up in charge of the whole situation given that  the landlords only speak to her, and so she began the process of coordinating the delivery people and the maintenance people who needed to shut the water off in our building during install.

Can't be too difficult right? Wrong.

After placing endless phone calls to any number of people trying to organize two separate entities was proving incredibly problematic. And to add to the melee, Sears informed Becca at some point about 2 weeks in that the order had expired and our tiny little dishwasher seemed to be lost somewhere in the shuffle.

Let's jump ahead in time 4 more weeks, shall we? Becca and I are still sans dishwasher, but Becca has managed to secure the cooperation of our condo association once the dishwasher delivery folks got their act together. The people at Sears were having a lot of trouble keeping track of our DW, even after several supervisors and eventually a case manager got involved in our situation. 

At last, earlier last week, it seemed that the stars were aligned and we would be getting our dishwasher on Thursday. The delivery guys called Becca Wednesday night to confirm with here, but gave her a time several hours later than previously agreed upon. Becca explained the whole shenanigans and they agreed to rearrange the times back to the original.

Thursday 8 AM: Becca get's a phone call from the delivery/install man. Do we have the dishwasher already here? Umm, no sir. We were under the silly impression that's what you, the delivery man, were going to be doing. Several hours later, no dishwasher. And, once again, no one in the entire Sears corporation (if it is one!) seemed to know where it was. 

Becca rescheduled for Friday and the delivery dudes were once again a no show. Seriously, Sears? At this point we were really starting to get TO'd (oh wait, that happened round about week 3). 

But finally, finally after all that ado about nothing, our sparkling new DW arrived bright and early (actually later than planned) this Tuesday morning (afternoon). I'm beyond excited. It's white, with a shiny chrome looking inside. and best of all. IT WORKS! At least we think, we haven't actually run it yet . . .

And if you're mocking me right now for being so whiny about a extra convenience dishwasher, let me tell you something. I spent the formative years of my childhood elbow deep is soap dishwater after dinner. I've paid my dues.