The Avenging Unicorn’s Rides #1

After the furniture fiasco, I busted out the AVENGING UNICORN, courtesy of my fiend, I mean friend, Cladeedah…below are some pictures of the unicorn taking on what I’ve dubbed sales clerk/customer service rep figure. Since I have lots of anger and plenty of people piss me off, the name of those who are being punished for their misdeeds will change as needed. You will notice in the picture that the avenging took place on the lemon green sectional, and the unicorn is up on her (I’ve decided she’s a girl) back legs, similar to the old school Broncos logo. It’s a victory stance for a job well done.

So, the husband and I were trying to come up with a name for the Unicorn…any thoughts on the topic?

RC Willey Fuckers…

I had a crappy experience with RC Willey and it keeps getting worse…there’s a lot of detail in this story that could run on for days, so I’ll just provide the highlights:
1. Bought a five piece sectional for a little over $3300 (paid for ½ with our bank card and financed the other ½ on a RC Willey account, this will be relevant later).
2. It was delivered with only four pieces.
3. It broke after one week.
4. When I called the store to get it fixed, the customer service department told me I had to speak to the sales associate I bought it from and the sales associate told me I had to talk to customer service.
5. We get it repaired and it breaks again the same day.
6. Decide to return sectional for an exchange, go to store and original sales associate avoids us like the plague, unfortunately she is who we have to work with for the exchange to occur.
7. Finally get her to help us (via harassment from other sales associates), and we pick out a new couch and request some changes to bring down the price (i.e. cloth instead of leather and no sleeper) and she informs us that will take 6-8 weeks, it’s a special order so it will cost more and it is likely that the material on the special order pieces will not match the material of the pieces that are in stock, then hands us a sales order, that does not include the changes we requested, for $3600…and leaves telling us if we needed anything else go to customer service.
8. Pissed off, we go to customer service and tell them to come get the sectional and we want our $ back…it takes like 45 minutes for them to work up the refund paperwork, which will not be effective until after they pick up the sectional.
9. They pick up the sectional and after a couple of days call to ask for the bank card # so they can refund our $...the next day I check the RC Willey account and the bank account, the half whit handling the transaction refunded the full amount to the RC Willey account.
10. Call customer service and ask to speak to a manager 3 times only to be told straight out “No”. And have to deal with a bitter snatch to get the accounts corrected.
11. Called back on the main line and get transferred to customer service manager and tell her about the half whit and bitter snatch that she has working for her.
12. Write letter to RC Willey HQ in Utah, Berkshire Hathaway (RC Willey parent company) and the furniture and customer service managers at the local store telling them what kind of assholes work for them.

Below are pictures of the offending sectional...note the rug we purchased to go with the couch that we also had to return, thankfully it was to a diffent store and took all of two minutes.

Tree Killer

The only plants that I’ve been able to keep alive, in my house, for more then a few months have been a couple of aloe plants that have been hanging out by the kitchen window. Now, I’ve taken plant killing to a new level with the pine tree in my front yard, the thing was about the size of a two story house and I managed to kill it. Okay, I didn’t kill it; bark beetles did, but its untimely death has done nothing for my plant growing self esteem. Check out the pics below of its remains scattered about my front yard.

Different Poop, Different Day

I saw The Break Up this weekend and it totally made me cry (I’m such a puss). Okay, so it’s not getting the best reviews but what the hell do people expect? This movie is by no means Oscar material, but it’s entertaining. I’d give it a B+. I’m pretty sure that my husband was the inspiration for the Vince Vaughn character. We’ve totally had the same arguments for the same reasons.

Speaking of the spouse, he took our older son to see a Dora the Explorer stage show today. I got great seats for the performance by waiting for the last moment. Here’s a tip of ya’ll. Most any theater keeps the prime seats on reserve for several reasons, special guest, for the performers family, etc. But, if it turns out the seats are not going to be used they release them for public sale as the date of the event nears. Yesterday they released seats for the Dora performance which included ones that were 6 rows back and dead center, and were we able to purchase them today. They do these releases daily, so it’s hit or miss on getting them. I did the same thing for a performance of the Lion King in Sac. You can usually call the box office and ask when they do releases, most occur daily at noon. The only thing that sucks is that it can be hard to make plans if you don’t have tickets for sure. That’s why I only take this route if I’ve totally forgotten to get tickets early and won’t be completely upset if I miss the given performance.

I was planning on taking our son to the show, but we had a little incident yesterday so we thought it was best that I stay home with the baby. When I was out at the movie, my husband was watching the boys and gave the newbie a bottle of formula, which is no big deal. But, he let the kid suck down three ounces in a matter of minutes without forcing breaks for burping. The end result was our 6 week old doing a Linda Blair impersonation all afternoon. Poor baby was so sad, it was rather heartbreaking. Most of the puke ended up on me, so you guess how happy I was with the situation. On the other side of the coin, the baby just had a diaper blow out and my husband didn’t notice until after he picked him up. Poop all over the bouncy, my husband's shirt and his hand…gotta go clean.