Here is the condensed version, because it just took ANOTHER WILD turn and I am finally not crying.
Float for oil tank is not accurate, so I always watch and order oil as soon as I see it low.
Called company I used for 3 years on Monday. They can deliver on Weds. I figured I would make it till then.
Tuesday I know I am NOT going to make it, so I make 5 trips to the gas station, get 5 gallon container of deisel fuel and put it in.
Fourth trip, credit card is denied because they think it is fraud. Who would make 4 trips to a gas station, they must be thinking. I use another credit card.
The container weighs about 40 pounds and I have to lift it over my head and hold it there because the pipe is high up on the house. I am strong, but this was a challenge. (This is where I was crying...)
Son, Mr. October, with strong arms, is not home, so instead of calling one of his friends, I do it myself.
Wake up Weds morning at 3 am and I am scared I didn't calculate how long the 25 gals would last. Stress is getting to me and I am ready to puke. STUPIDLY (Yes, I admit I am WAY TOO INDEPENDENT) go to gas station at 3 am. Should have brought Harley for protection, but didn't.
Son IS home, but again, I never want to impose on anyone, so I am outside in the freezing cold, lifting the f*king 5 gals. Crying. As the light sensor near me keeps going off and I can't see. I am praying to everyone I know in Heaven to please help me not fall off ladder, not let my fingers go numb and to have this fuel last. I don't want to be found frozen in the snow that is already here, with a gas container in my hand.
Missy texts me in before work and asks what is the matter, after seeing my post here. I feel better that we know oil is coming and my friend was concerned.
Go to work at 7 am. Can't really get the oil smell off of me completely, even with shower. Thrilled oil is coming today! Come home on my break for dogs and no oil yet. Snow storm expected any minute. Son sees me and I tell him the story. He is not happy with me and my independence. He knows me well, but suggests I KNOCK IT OFF and ask for help.
Return from work. Still no oil. CALL THEM and they say, "we tried to get you (BULLSHIT) but we can't deliver AT ALL to you."
I ask for owner. Surprisingly there is one and he gets on phone. I start with, "I am a good customer, have excellent credit, why won't you give me oil???" At this point I am crying so hard, I can't even get the words out.
He says something like: "People don't pay me. I can't GET oil. We tried to call you. If people don't pay me I can't pay my supplier." The only thing that saved him from me losing it totally is that he had a GLIMMER of upsetness in is voice and I DO believe he was sorry he fucked me over. After all, shouldn't he have KNOWN on Monday when he took my order that his business was falling apart???
I find another oil company who will deliver Thursday. I tell the woman the story because I am crying so hard as I am ordering, she asks what is the matter. She said she will bump me to the top of the list. I say, but we are getting a foot of snow (which we did) and she says, "The trucks can go in the snow!"
I am now hysterical, because I am still running on deisel fuel. DIL comes over. I tell her the story.
Now usually DIL and MIL's do things like brunch, shopping, chatting on the phone. Mine goes with me for two trips to the gas station, and finally gets me to laugh a little. She even says, "I learn so much from you and my Mom, because now I know how to fill an oil tank with deisel fuel!" Bless her heart...