The technician from the oven company came to fix our faulty oven today. And he’s one of the grumpiest technician I have ever come across.
When he saw how squeezy our kitchen was, leaving him with minimal space to pull the fridge out so that the oven plug could be detached from the wall socket, it irked him. And then he just babbled away in Cantonese to himself, hoping that I would hear it: “Walaueh, ngam ngam fit fit the space here. How to remove the socket?” And he let out many, many sighs, “uuuh” and “ahhh“s as he pulled the fridge and oven out, like an Olympic weightlifter attempting his 10 tonne barbell.
Half way through fixing the oven, he complained to the mil that it was very hot in the kitchen and asked if there’s a fan to blow him. The mil then asked me to pull out the stand fan with an extension wire to cool the man down. I gave him a sarcastic look and said “what?!” and he got the message and said “it’s ok, never mind then”. *roll eyes*
After about 45 minutes of loud sighs, “uuuh” and “ahhh“s and complaints that his hands were going to break, he summoned the mil and I to help him when he was attempting to put the oven back onto the cabinet. The mil went “what, you want me to help you carry the heavy oven??!” LOL!
The mil and I helped him anyway as he was so just so pathetic. We felt sorry for him too. The mil went behind the fridge to help him pull the wire and plug while I stood in front of the oven, helping to hold it. In our 9 years of using the oven, never once did we get such a whiny technician. When he first commented that it was impossible to fix the oven because of the positioning, I told him that in the past 9 years, all the technicians were able to complete the job without any complaints.
Thankfully Mr Whiny managed to complete the job despite tons of hilarious expressions, huffs, puffs and repeated comment that his hands were going to break.