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said_scarlett) wrote2008-05-22 03:25 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2008-05-22 03:25 pm
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Sometimes I Hate My House
While I was getting laundry, the light burned out in my workroom/laundry room. And my house is a custom built job, so there's no such thing as a normal light. No, they're encased in fancy glass monstrosities, which require tools to unhinge just to get to the bulb. So I grabbed a chair, grabbed a bulb, and went to work unscrewing the glass cap. This in itself was a feat of epic proportions.
Get the glass off, make sure I have all the screws on hand, and change the actual bulb. Spend five minutes trying to get the glass cap back on properly, then try and screw it in. Two screws won't go in, one keeps falling. I keep having to get down off the chair, back up, do the process all over again.
By now my back is hurting, my arms are shaking, and I'm covered in sweat. I finally get the damn thing on right, screwed in, whatever.
It doesn't work.
I somehow screwed back in the dead lightbulb. The process begins once more.
The screws were dusty and old, so now my hands have that feeling like when I've had tarantulas crawling on them for an extended period of time. My arms are shaking, my back hurts, and I'm exhausted. From changing a fucking light bulb.
I want normal lights. Or at least for the light in my workroom to be solar powered like the rest of the damn lights.
Get the glass off, make sure I have all the screws on hand, and change the actual bulb. Spend five minutes trying to get the glass cap back on properly, then try and screw it in. Two screws won't go in, one keeps falling. I keep having to get down off the chair, back up, do the process all over again.
By now my back is hurting, my arms are shaking, and I'm covered in sweat. I finally get the damn thing on right, screwed in, whatever.
It doesn't work.
I somehow screwed back in the dead lightbulb. The process begins once more.
The screws were dusty and old, so now my hands have that feeling like when I've had tarantulas crawling on them for an extended period of time. My arms are shaking, my back hurts, and I'm exhausted. From changing a fucking light bulb.
I want normal lights. Or at least for the light in my workroom to be solar powered like the rest of the damn lights.