I wanted to have an entertainment center to house the new TV and all of its components. It looks better, it's easier to dust, and it gives us room to organize all related television and gaming peripherals.
After two months of shopping around with very specific requirements for the entertainment center (overall dimensions, compartment size, compartment number, air flow limitations, and aesthetics) we finally ordered one from a local furniture manufacturer (Lane, Tupelo, MS) at a locally-owned furniture store, Furniture World. The entertainment center is comprised of a bottom console, a top armoire (that fit together) and two audio piers on either side.
It takes two months to get here. We anticipate this. We ordered during the Christmas shopping season and that slows down the whole process.
We wait, the television sits on the floor, then on a coffee table. All by myself, I paint the living room a golden yellow (it takes my obese ass three weeks of taping, ladder climbing, and furniture rearranging). Meanwhile the entertainment center is sitting in the Oxford warehouse for two weeks and the owner doesn't call me. I call her. We arrange a time for delivery.
The day of delivery (January 24), she calls to tell me that part of the entertainment center, the top armoire, is broken. They'll go ahead and bring it to the house and just replace the broken section. If she or anyone under her employ had taken the time to look at the furniture when it had arrived to her warehouse, she would have had two weeks to receive the new piece and it would be here by now to be delivered with the rest of it.
I comply. They bring it. We wait. We use it partially but we don't want to set up completely and then have to take it all back down.
The new piece arrives today (it has been in Oxford for a week and she just hadn't called me). I inspect it. It has a large circular gouge inside one of the armoire doors. I decide to ignore it. No one will ever see it but me.
As the delivery guys are carrying out the old armoire, they drop it on the bottom console and dent it. It is visible. It is noticeable. It was an accident; it's a heavy piece.
They call into the store and ask the owner and/or saleslady to order me a new one. They say it's their fault. I'm getting a new console now.
I'm not angry. Seriously. I'm bewildered. All I can do is laugh. I tell the delivery guys that accidents happen. I am just very very inconvenienced. And annoyed. I still can't set up our television system. I will continue to have stacks of boxes in my hallway.
And we have to get new plumbing, but that's another story.
One day, one day, this house will fit right.