Monday, July 30, 2012

Blessed Assurance

“Everything’s gonna’ be okay.”  That’s my mantra today!

In fact it’s a softly quiet Monday.  There is no rain, no wind and low humidity.  Even though the morning sun is only periodically changing the pallor of the outdoors from gray to sun bathed, it appears weather-wise we’ll have a fine day.

GE will most likely call soon to arrange for their Authorized Technician to come see about my once revered washing machine.

Just two years ago I splurged to make the purchase.  It was a top-notch appliance as advertised everywhere top-notch washing machines are advertised.  Although, I’ll admit, from the beginning the bright and beautiful household necessity (as far as I’m concerned) was a puzzle to me.

It is my first front loader.  It’s an environmentally efficient machine.  I had not become happily accustomed to the smaller amount of water it took to clean a load of dirty laundry.  I was far from confident it used enough water to get grungy garb, linen and any filthy stuff really clean.  But it did.  Modern was nice!  (It had replaced a 15 – 20 year old washer.)

Then six weeks ago it stopped working.  The tiny bit of water came into the contraption but after less than two revolutions of the tub, it stopped! Devastation came into my being and hasn’t left.  I mean, this was not a cheap item.  And, nope, I did not buy the warranty insurance.  

I’m one of those who practice putting my money where my confidence is – with the manufacturer.  The warranty included in the purchase price was for a year.  That’s enough. “Mr./Mrs. Major Corporation, I know the quality of the product you put out in the market place.  I’m not wasting my money paying a premium to take it home and use it for more than a year – simply for peace of mind.”  To date, I had not been burnt.  Now, I have.  I’m faced with the possibility of paying almost 50% of the purchase price to get it running again. 

I’m appalled from two perspectives.  Number One being the manufacturer let me (a faithful consumer) down by shipping, to sell to me or you, a machine with a defective part.  I say a defective part took my washing machine off the job.  Number Two is the obvious, in the future I must ‘say yes’ to the passionate sales associate making the energetic case for me to purchase the warranty insurance.  It doesn’t matter that I’ve spent an inordinate amount of effort and time researching to select and locate the best product to hand over my hard earned money to own.  I will pay additional to make certain I will not pay even more for it to work beyond a year.

I think my learning from this experience is -- the best is not good enough. 

Tears are coming into my eyes.

(And, I know, this problem of mine is nothing – on any level, considering the mind-boggling issues in our problem intensive world.)

But . . . .         

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