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Okay, so here is the story of the oven…
My oven is old. Not ancient……I mean, I don’t have to fill it with kindling or anything…..but it is old. When I open the broiler underneath, the door nearly falls off and shutting it? Well that is all luck. It doesn’t line up right and frankly, it is such a pain in the ass, that I don’t use it at all.
The stove top, I use as often as anyone else. I make dinner, occasional stir-frys for lunch, and bacon and eggs for breakfast. You know, normal usage.
The oven…. Ah the oven. That is my favorite part. I love to bake and it doesn’t have to be Christmas or a birthday. I love to make a roast or to make a turkey just because it relaxes me and I love the way my house smells. In the winter, I like the warmth that fills the house.
On Thursday, Hubs and Son2 only wanted French Bread Pizza. So I put them in the oven. They got done, I took them out. That’s it. I turned the knob to shut off the oven and it kept on turning (The gas was off .) Great. I let the oven cool and tried turning the dial again. It turned all the way around but never came on. No doubt about it. It’s broken.
I called the landlord/realtor on Friday morning. I mean his office was barely open and I had called. “Oh he’ll get back to you” I was told. So I waited and waited…..and waited…..and waited.
I called back in the afternoon and was told, ” Oh he’s gone for the weekend.” WHAT THE FUCK??? Not having anyone else to contact, I was stuck. Well, it wasn’t the end of the world because I rarely cook from Friday until Monday night.
Finally, Monday rolls around and the landlord calls back and gives me the name of a repairman. I call him and he will come on Tuesday. Tuesday gets here and when the guy looks at the oven, he says “Wow. You might be better off getting a new oven.” Now I am excited. The thought of a new oven gave me tingles. I would even settle for a ‘new to me’ range. But nope. The landlord says that if it gets repaired, maybe we can get another five years out of it. Sonofabitch. The repairman tells me the part is old, maybe we won’t find one. Now my fingers are crossed.
An hour later, the repairman calls again. The part has been found….in a little town that is about three hours away. WHAT THE FUCK AGAIN!! The repairman thinks this is ludicrous. I think it is ridiculous. But we are now waiting for the part.
I’ve been told, “It’s summer! Use the BBQ!” But, hello! Do you know me??? Do you really think that I am allowed to go near flames? I don’t grill. Son1 does, but the grill is at Shenanigan’s house. I have learned to love my crockpot. I’ve never done chicken in a slow cooker but I intend to try it tomorrow. I’ve also heard that lasagna can be made in one. Who knew?
Yeah, the oven fiasco began last week and here it is, Thursday again, and I still have no oven.
I guess that in a few days, I will have my old, crappy oven up and running again….
But I’m really wishing that the repairman will drop the part out of the truck window along the highway somewhere. Hmm….where’s his number? Maybe I should ‘make him an offer’…….
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Finn said:
on July 16, 2009 at 10:59 AMWhat kind of offer? Perhaps if we both make him an offer he’ll just “find” you a new stove.![:-\](http://dontwannahearit.com/smilies/yahoo_question.gif ":-\")
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Metalmom said:
on July 16, 2009 at 11:41 AMFinn-What kind of offer did you have in mind? I just meant tossing a few bucks his way or maybe a bottle of liquor. He seemed the type to take it.
Then the landlord would HAVE to buy a new one! 
Grant said:
on July 16, 2009 at 12:31 PMTell your landlord to either get you a new stove or you begin using the bbq indoors, near the drapes.
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Metalmom said:
on July 16, 2009 at 12:56 PMGrant- Then I’d have to wash the curtains and the walls and my furniture would stink like fire….see? more trouble than it’s worth. But it sure would be pretty with those yellow, orange and red flames flickering….creeping up the wall….making me warm…..*did that sound like a pyro or what?*
Marty said:
on July 16, 2009 at 8:23 PMPerhaps, if you started cooking over a fire in the front yard, something might change. Unfortunately, that might be your place of abode.
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Lynda said:
on July 16, 2009 at 9:38 PMYour landlord sounds like a cheapskate. You may want to check your renter laws also. You may be able to deduct from your rent the amount of non-use due to lack of oven. I know there use to be a law in CA like that.
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phinz said:
on July 16, 2009 at 10:37 PMI HATED being a renter for reasons just like this. And there you are. You’re stuck, and the bastard landlord knows it.
Fuck ‘em. Start complaining about EVERY little thing. A leaky faucet. A stained ceiling tile. A rip in the carpet. Make these things happen yourself if you have to. Call the city to find out ALL the codes and report any infractions.
Start looking for a new place. Let’s face it–everyone is hurting right now and the last thing your landlord wants is to have to #1 clean up your place for new renters and #2 advertise for new tenants.
I’m so sick of decent people getting SCREWED.
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HoosierGirl said:
on July 17, 2009 at 8:17 AMDon’t you scare me like that, woman. “Bun in the oven”! No more biological babies for you OR me.
Hope the oven situation works out for the best. Maybe you could “break” it more, so he HAS to replace it.
Have a great weekend.
J.
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Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 9:19 AMMarty-But I CAN’T live on the front lawn!! The MOSQUITOS!!!! Dear Lord! I’ll do without the oven before I provide a meal for the skeeters!
Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 9:23 AMLynda-The landlord isn’t too bad. It’s the realtor who is the go-between. Landlord and tenant have no contact. But this rental is her income so I understand needing to save some money when possible.
Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 9:30 AMphinz-Overall, neither the landlord nor the realtor is very bad. I just think he really dropped the ball on this one.But…I might ask for a new oven before Christmas, when it stops working again
Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 9:51 AMHoosierGirl-No BAKING! Not BABIES!! Jeez Louise!! That would be a curse!!!
bubblewench said:
on July 17, 2009 at 1:49 PMMake him a lasagna he can’t refuse…
heh.
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phinz said:
on July 17, 2009 at 3:09 PMYes, I have heard of that particular phenomena: “The-Oven-Malfunction-RIGHT-Before-The-Holidays”
a.k.a. TOMRBTH
It’s quite common actually . . .
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teri said:
on July 17, 2009 at 6:44 PMI think you should call the repairman with that offer. Hey, I will even kick in a few bucks as a bribe.
Fuckin landlords.
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Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 10:11 PMbubblewench-I will definitely look for the lasagna recipe and then….yes, I’ll make that offer!!
Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 10:13 PMphinz-TOMRBTH has been making it’s way around. I think it’ll hit this neck of the woods by mid November!
Metalmom said:
on July 17, 2009 at 10:15 PMTeri-You said it. But about that “few bucks”….
DutchBitch said:
on July 19, 2009 at 5:39 AMOh yeah by allll means! Make a deal with the repair guy! Offer him to smother him in between your boobs! I am sure he will LURVE it!!!!
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Metalmom said:
on July 19, 2009 at 12:34 PMDutchBitch-That is an excellent solution!!
Janna said:
on July 25, 2009 at 6:37 PMI never grill anything either.
Flames do not belong anywhere near me, except in the form of a scented candle that de-stresses me after a long day.
Flames DO, on the other hand, belong beneath the butts of people who tailgate me and cut me off in traffic and STOP RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
(Note to self: Go buy a new scented candle.)
Metalmom said:
on July 25, 2009 at 9:51 PMJanna-You and I are two of a kind: a danger to ourselves and others!