Third time's a charm. I finally got my new dishwasher installed today after being told last Saturday that it couldn't be installed until I had an electrician put in a dedicated 110V outlet for a dishwasher. So now I have the proper setup for a new dishwasher, and am out an additional $300-something.
Unfortunately, I don't know if it was installed correctly because there was a language barrier between the installers and me (I don't speak Spanish :( ) They did show me that it was working by turning on a setting, but no one actually showed me how to use it. They didn't put any of my stuff from the under-sink cabinet away, either, leaving it up to me with my arm in a sling. I got the impression they just wanted to be out of there quickly. I feel like I'm Archie Bunker or something, and I hate feeling like this, but we truly could not understand each other. :(
I feel terrible. Maybe I'll take a nap before Physical Therapy comes.
Here's a shameful confession, in case it makes you feel any better: in almost twenty years of living in Washington Heights, I haven't learned a single word of Spanish.
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