A few days ago I made a very important call.
To be honest, it was quite nerve-wracking to reach out to this person and invite him over.
I don’t usually do this sort of thing, so it took a lot of courage to pick up the phone and make myself vulnerable like that, you know? I mean, I was uncertain if he would know who I was, or understand exactly what I was asking. I was also pretty worried that he wouldn’t be able to make it out, and I would have to go back to shopping around this difficult and confusing marketplace. Regardless, I left him all of my information, I feel good about my little speech, and I’m really hoping I hear back soon. I’ve already been waiting for a few days, after all. Of course, I’m talking about my local HVAC dealership and their mysterious vanishing heating and cooling technician. What else would it be? I seriously cannot get ahold of this guy. My troubles all began two weeks ago, when my AC unit started to make a strange wailing sound and it’s cooling power seemed to decrease. My home was hotter and more humid with every passing day, no matter what level the air conditioner was set to. I gave in after a week of misery, did a ton of research online, and called the most reputable ventilation company in town. They immediately promised to send out their very best cooling specialist, Sergio, and told me to expect my AC to be good as new within 3 days. So, I waited. I took off of work all week, and anticipated to see Sergio, hair blowing in the wind, riding a glorious white HVAC van into my driveway any day. Well, a week later, I still have yet to see my valiant hero. I’ve called and called, but Sergio has yet to return my beckon, or to save my central cooling system.