Why do we feel that, everything should is available to us as soon as we need it?
I was the first to encounter our problem. The time to leave for an appointment was very near. I decided to take a quick shower. Turned on water. Checked: is it warm?
No, it wasn't! California is in one of the worst droughts, but I stood there for at least three minutes with the water running, waiting for the smallest indication that it was warming up.
Huh! It was still cold. I steeled myself and climbed into a cold shower. It wasn't too bad: I used to do that same thing in the East Coast's winters. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!
- "There's no hot water!" - he called out from the bathroom.
- "Yes", - I yelled back - "I know!"
Taka asked me to call our electric company the next day to send a technician to repair the water heater.
I forgot. It just skipped my mind!
- "How could you forget?" - whined Taka. His hair and face
The next morning started on a sour note.
- "Are you awake?"
- "I am now."
- "Are you going to call about the water heater today?"
Taka (a little later):
-"Are you awake?"
-"I am now."
-"Are you going to call about the water heater today?"
(I'll skip a couple more times that he woke me up).
-"Are you awake?"
-"What do you want?!"
-"Don't forget to call about the water heater today!"
-"Didn't I tell you that I will?!"
-"You forgot yesterday! Are you going to do it?"
Someone had better promote me into sainthood or give me a gun!
He was right to worry, though. The first appointment the electric company could give us was in five days! I called GE Corporation, who made our heater. The young lady asked me all kinds of questions, because, as she put it: "It's the first time someone is calling about this unit, and I need some information." Information she got, but declared that, the water heater was not under the repair warrantee, so they were not going to send a technician. They even didn't have any technicians in this area (I didn't know that we lived in the middle of a no-technician-zone!). She did try to troubleshoot what was wrong with the heater with Sonny, though, and told me that "she thought," it needed a new "igniting wire".
I won't bore you with the list of the ideas I had, and all the reasons why they didn't work out. Suffice it to say, after all the calling and getting transferred to a wrong department and waiting in vain for a call back, I now feel like screaming in horror every time I look at the phone!
It's a question of heat. How much of it do we need? How much is safe to feel and let others feel from you? One thing for sure: I just proved to myself that I am not ready for the sainthood!