I usually write about guided imagery and meditation: the essential things that make for a wonderful, relaxed life experience. I don’t usually raise my ire by complaining about what I cannot control. I have to make an exception in this blog, as something is on my mind.
I ordered a new wine refrigerator recently online. I love wine and it is the perfect complement to rest and relaxation. It unwinds the body and the mind. So I read all the specs and reviews and was careful about which model and at what price. I got one that met my needs for 32 bottles, not too big or too small, complete with dual temperature control for both white and red wines. The cheaper ones can handle only one at a time. The modern design is compact and fits either under the counter or freestanding according to your kitchen layout. It all seemed easy enough.
I got the item a short week later, thinking that it was a good sign. Not so. I did love the bright LED display and the quality stainless steel structure. It had a glass door that allows you to see your inventory at a glance. Inside were removable shelves for easy cleaning and stocking. I chose wooden racks for a bit of an authentic feel. They were not stained so there would be no emanating odors to harm the wine’s taste.
I also loved the cooling system that is state of the art and the way the door frame was quite seamless. Great engineering here. The toe kick to open the unit was also masterful. So far so good I thought as I complemented myself on the good foresight. In front was a towel bar that complemented the décor—a nice added décor touch. I knew I will be able to adjust the temperature perfectly for my assortment of stored wines. Need I have asked for more?
What was not okay and seemed to be missing was any kind of insulation to make the unit quiet. I wanted one that purred, not roared. Having a noisy machine running during meditation time is not my idea of relaxation. The thing never stopped! In fact, it was anxiety producing to say the least. I had three possible choices: to put up with it, move it, or get a new one.
After fussing over these options for a time, I rejected moving it. I like to meditate in the open space near the dining room where the unit is housed and I wasn’t going to change my habit. Sure, I could put it in the kitchen, but why compromise? I certainly did not intend to put up with the noise for a second longer. I opted to call the manufacturer and got customer service in a flash. Why send it back, they cooed. I was thrilled and complied.
I got a different noise-free model by the same company in another week, and now am happy as a clam. I wrote them a glowing review and a letter of thanks. I was too quick to lose faith in humanity. I am now meditating on that subject.