A Correction So Soon?

It was another hectic day in the CCC Crazy Cronin Crib.  I got to escape early to see my colleagues in a video conference in Hetlingen Swizerland.  Then we had to run out of the building to meet our Audio contractor so they could pick up our Flat Screen TV from storage (one of the few things we were able to salvage from down stairs.)  Then back to the building to be on a 10:00 am conference call which was cancelled.  We caught up with a few employees, attacked the e-mails and had lunch in while writing cover letters and magazine articles.  Devin was stuck dealing with the contractors through much of the day.  Our occasional priest from Utah returned my call and it looks like he will be able to participate in our daughter's wedding this fall. 

Then we got a really funny call from our pool contractor.  After the flood, it took us about 8 weeks to get the equipment and the water back to a place where it was not producing flesh eating toads.  

 One of the problems we had was with the controller telling the pool what to do.  After calling the factory and speaking with the engineers, (none of them had ever actually driven a train.  One of them had taken one on vacation though.) they said they would get me in touch with one of their distributor/technicians.  They came out and said they could get everything working fine and all they needed was a check.  It was a big check (actually all of our checks are the same size, but we like to say they are big checks.) and they went to work.  Four days later we had a new controller.  The pool was not doing anything we asked to do, but it is a cool controller with buttons and lights and everything.  The technician came out again and messed with the controller and moved the antennae about 4 inches down and to the left.  That made all the difference in the world.  The pool is still doing what ever it wants to when ever it wants to but that antennae looked stunning in its new position.  We called the technician again and he came out and then left.  I called him the next day and he said he had to call the factory.  Ok, that is kinda how we found you, but this should be fun.  He called me the next day and low and behold the mystery was solved.  He asked if we or our neighbors had a wireless network in our homes?  Dah!  He said we were probably getting interference from one or all of the networks.  So I went to all the neighbors and asked them to turn their routers off between 7:00 AM and 11:30 PM so we could use our pool.  This seems to be working well except for the graffiti sprayed on our garage every night.  Something about "Route This" and "Idiot Pool Fool".  

Don't Worry Aunt Kay Its Not Really Our Garage

Apparently we are the only neighborhood to have pools and a wireless network in our homes.  After explaining to him that it would not be practical to have everyone turn off their networks, he called the factory again.  He then called me again and gave me the number to factory.  He apparently forgot that is how this whole thing started.  I asked why I had to call the factory to which he replied they need some information from you.  I said Ok, like what.  They need your contact number.  I told "Mr. Too Close to the muriatic fumes guy" that he had my contact info and he could give them that.  He then explained they needed the serial number off the controller he had just installed.  I reminded "Mr. Never Mix Chlorine and Muriatic Acid in confined quarters" that he had installed the controller so he had that information as well.  To which Mr. "Diatomaceous Earth is not an appetizer" said well then I guess I can call them back.  And we wait while this vicious circle continues.

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