I never thought growing so much would come out of something so simple. I sit back and dwell upon my last experiences, grovelling in the mess of trying to understand how and why I made it this far in mental development by fixing my fridge. Call it a revelation. Call it finding my true self. Whatever it is, I’m a changed person now and it’s all because I went through Hell trying to repair my refrigerator which had been on the fritz for a week. How did I get here? Let me tell you the story, starting from the beginning.
I’ve never repaired a refrigerator in my life let alone took anything electronic apart. Opening a fridge apart in ways I’ve never opened a fridge before was like stepping back in Jurassic times or a portal through space into another world. It was like a giant, miniature city in there and each appliance part was a building or something. I was a stranger in a strange land, and that land was straight Dante’s Hell, no doubt about it.
My torture slowly got underway when the fridge stopped working to begin with. All my ham expired and my veggies rotted, after two days of me trying to eat it all as fast as I could, of course. With the virus going around I knew it would be hard to find any cheap fridge repair services around. All the companies I called didn’t even pick up their phones, but some had messages saying how they were closed due to COVID-19. I worried and worried about my food situation until I just sat up and realized its up to me to fix my appliance myself, and I can’t rely on any professionals to help me.
Well, not any professionals in person, anyways…
I could still get professional advice over the internet. YouTube videos on how to fix fridges were too confusing for me and I wasn’t patient enough for them. I already had the fridge apart, poking around at all the inside guts with a flash light, when I saw the phone and thought it might still be a good gander to try calling appliance repair companies. I didn’t expect to easily get lucky and find a technician who could visit me today. I did, however, hope to get on the phone with a technician so I could tell him the model and make of my appliance, tell him what’s wrong with it and I could throw him some cash via e-transfer for him to sit down with me for an hour and guide me through what I needed to do step by step.
I tried calling dozens of different appliance repair companies all across Canada until finally I got in touch with a technician from Appliance Repair Kingston over in Ontario. The kind man over the phone sat down with me for two hours to help me get my fridge repaired, but this is when the heat winds of Hell were just beginning to gust. There I was, on my knees sweating with my phone on speaker mode entering Dante’s fourth layer of Hell. I had tools in one hand a beer in the other hand and more sweat on my forehead than a pig-like man in the Miami sun. But the Archangel appliance repair man patiently guided me through the chaos like Virgil guiding Dante through Purgatory and now because of my trials it’s as if my sins have been cleansed and I have reached the Earthly Paradise on the top of Mount Purgatory.
It feels great to be here, and I feel like Beatrice is proud of me, so are all my friends and family. My exercise. My test. My suffering. It’s over! Never have I been so impatient in my life and this experience has really changed my outlook on a lot of things. I’m excited to stride forward through life knowing now that I have the patience to repair a broken fridge. It’s amazing what sucking it up and getting down to business can do. I have the power to do anything now!
Hopefully this was an inspiring and entertaining read for you. I look forward to our next post!