Waiting for the gas man, take two...

So I go over to my grandparent's house again today, call the gas people, and let them know that I'm there and will remain so. (At least until my mom, uncle and grandmother get back from visting my critically ill grandfather, at which time my grandmother will be there.) So guess what happens?

Right. No one shows up. No one calls, no one in a gas/furnace repair truck so much as drives by the house. When the family gets back around noon, my uncle calls them, and they say it'll be at least Monday before the parts come in and the furnace can be fixed. These would be the parts the guy ordered last week after barely even looking at the furnace, let alone trying to figure out what's wrong with it.

Let me put it the situation this way: You call the mechanic because something is wrong with your car, and he tells you "Yeah, we'll fix it as soon as we order the parts." The problem here is that, unless your car is emanating psychic signals and your mechanic is a techno-telepath, there's no telling if the parts will fix your car, since he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Understand now?

So after dealing with that crap all morning, then finding out from the family that my grandfather still isn't doing any better(it's just a matter of time, pretty much), I think I'm just going to call it a day and go to bed. Mmm, bed...