Someone lifted front end up and while holding (balancing on back tires) to look at axle.....oil was flowin (noticed after). Yes, I am getting a new filter tomorrow. The guy that was originally going to replace axle, has super busy schedule and can't do it this weekend. I will have place I ordered part come and pick up now. I live in the country, and I got a field goin on.....yikes. I am also gonna see if I can find someone/company to come and cut grass due to 3-week waiting list at shop. I tried starting with filter and housing off and no luck. Still cranks. I put in "N" and tried pushing and the tires rub against the body....can't win. Funny word that 'calamity'.....ha.

I'm going in tomorrow to look for it, faith. I'm sorry to hear about your finish. That's frustrating. No pitting on ours. It's my son's apartment off the house so he's the only one using it. But there are some scratches. Those grates are so heavy, that it is hard to position them over the holes. That's what the scratches are from. If I were you, I'd go above Pacific Sales and give Viking a call. That really shouldn't happen in three months. I know Wolf is really good in their customer service department. I know someone that works there and he says that if the customer is nice and not demanding, they will do whatever they can to help. Why don't you do a post about the pitting on Vikings and maybe you can get info from other Viking owners. I just redid my island. I put in Wolf's 15 inch modules, one induction, a steamer and a multipurpose gas. I like my gas much more than my son's because it is a closed unit. It's stainless and so easy to clean. Don't put it off, call asap. and keep me posted. Good luck.

runninginplace, those were my thoughts exactly. However, golddust did come back and state that for her company, the party *is* during work hours. Which does make it odd that one employee refuses to attend. I'm trying to figure out how you do that--go to work and not attend the party that's right there, at your workplace. But there are some religions that don't celebrate Christmas and some that don't celebrate any holidays, and perhaps this employee is a member of one of them. I'd also like to address the article that Hilltop mentioned, about employees having to be a team both at work and not at work. Having to support each other outside of work. I'm sure that point of view has some value for employers. But for employees? Thank you very much, but I'd rather chose the people in my life to whom I go for support. Not rely on the person sitting at the desk next to me, who is there solely because someone thought they could do a certain job well. No way in heck would I trust that person to support me off the job. I don't know them well enough to trust them. And you really can't trust that a co-worker won't tell stories about you and your off-duty activities to your supervisors. I'll chose my own support system, thank you very much. The whole idea of that article creeps me out. I try to be friendly with my colleagues, but I have yet to find a real friend at work, in the 30 + years that I've been working. Mostly, I have to be very careful about revealing too much of my private life, in order not to be teased too much or be considered "counter-cultural." Yep, drinking tea rather than coffee is counter-cultural. Enjoying science fiction makes me weird. Not liking to get drunk makes me weird. Not liking football and basketball and baseball makes me weird. Sewing and crocheting makes me weird. Reading a lot makes me weird. I have a feeling that not wanting to participate in the March Madness basketball pool at one job is part of why I was the first person laid off when bad economic times hit--I wasn't a team player because I chose not to participate in something that a) I knew nothing about, b) didn't care a hoot for and c) would cost me $25. Something that had nothing to do with work in the slightest. I think I'm perfectly normal and a good employee. But I have received more flack about all of the above (and more) and that's one reason I don't like socializing with co-workers. And why I would certainly never rely on them for support outside of work-related issues.

Today was 90 days and he is still sober. If I hadn't put a link on my browser to ever having written any of this I would have forgotten entirely. I am forgetful (or forgiving) and this time maybe that's a good thing for a change. He has definitely made it easy to at least not think about it. Our relationship had deteriorated to a point where I was Mom to his two children and an out of control teenager (him). I think the turn around was that I gave up on him. I let my heart go icy cold. I gave up on fighting his training. I treated him exactly how he has trained me to treat him, with distrust and animosity. I neither hid nor revealed anything and I volunteered not a single word because talking to him had never helped. Only when he asked did I speak and what I spoke was brutally honest and emotionless. Exactly how I felt, just nothing anymore. I was fully prepared to leave him forever and I didn't care if he realized it or not. I told him that I need three months to get my affairs in order and he will give that to me because he owes me, period. I told him in the mean time your finances are your problems now. I will no longer police your spending so if your kids go hungry then you are to blame. However, I will be eating, I can take care of myself. Its you and your children that will go hungry and all three of you can sit at the table watching me eat. I don't care. Get your paychecks sent to your account tomorrow, as in tomorrow, drop what ever crap you think is important and get your ass to the bank otherwise your paychecks become my paychecks and I will not be sharing just as you haven't been sharing with me. I told him to make preparations for his children to be taken in by their mother, grandparents, someone, I don't care who because I am leaving and if you haven't gotten a plan together when I do walk away from this hell hole in three months then they will eventually be taken away from you by force. And get this done quick because as of this very second I refuse to wash dishes, do laundry, cook, clean, or anything else that I really don't have to do because there is no longer anything that I feel I have to do for you or yours anymore. Then I told him that I will not look after his kids anymore either. If you think you are going to leave them with me, I will make a point in getting me out of the house at my convenience, and they will be here alone, scared, and crying. I don't care anymore. I refuse to watch them. Take them to work if you have to. You benefiting from me and my parents is over. This was in the summer so the kids were home all day and he took them to work that day, just like I have taken them to work everyday for the last three years. I work in my families business so taking them to work was a pain in the ass but manageable. That day he realized that you only get 1/4 of the work done when the kids are around and you feel like punching babies at the end of the day. He begged for another chance. I told him how many chances do you need? The last three years were nothing but chances and you failed, you crashed and now you are burning and I wouldn't stop to piss on you because it would help you. How many accidents does a person have before they can be labeled as just not giving a sh**? How many times can a person say "I didn't know" before they can be labeled as a complete f**king retard? You have given me nothing but words, words are cheap, and cheapen even more when coming from your mouth. He begged me to tell him what to do to fix things. I told him that I have been telling him what to do for three years, you refused all of it. Dig deep into the crap pile that is left of your brain. I am sure you can come up with a million ideas if you just tried. I told him that there are three months before I leave. Prove to me, show me, make it a possibility for me to stay. Make me want to stay but in the mean time I am preparing to get out of dodge because I don't think you can do it. In fact, I know you can't do it. I do not believe in you anymore. And I meant it right to the center of my icy heart. I felt nothing but the weight of myself burdening me which was many tons lighter than what I had been carrying. This made me happy and he saw that. He saw that I was happy because there was a light at the end of my tunnel now. Ok, shake it off. Getting all worked up here. He has turned everything around and is maintaining. All he has done is quit drinking and everything else fell into place. He has a better memory, he has more energy, he has more time, his mood is more consistent, he smiles, we are paying off our debt which has gone faster than we predicted, saving money, and will soon be able to splurge every now and then. There has been all of this improvement with just one life change (one really hard life change) and he knows it because he is living it and frequently comments that it was the drinking. He still has urges but the frequency has been decreasing. He knows that he has ruined himself with alcohol as in once he has been ruined he can not go back. I love him more now than when I married him. If he falls off the wagon? I don't know. We will deal with that when it happens.