NOPE

Mon, 13 Jun 2022 19:54:11 GMT

We went up fucknorth yesterday to help with the house. The handyman was there when we arrived, doing the main bedroom walk-in closet door & frame. Ev was contemplating outlets and had tested some of the breakers to see what part of the house it switched off. She had a tidy grid in her notebook.

She had done a GFCI outlet before we arrived. It was beyond my ken, but Belovedest stepped in and troubleshot. They walked her through it, and through another, and we were feeling pretty good.

Then: The Kitchen Light Switch.

First was the pen-shaped current detector, shining a cheerful red and beeping. Huh. That breaker did not control it. It was supposed to control the kitchen?

Belovedest stationed me in the kitchen with the pen, and hollered from the garage as they flipped breakers. Nothin'. Nothin'. Merry fuckin' nothing.

Unless there is a hidden breaker in there, the only breaker that controls this fucking light is the MAIN BREAKER, WHAT THE FUCK.

Belovedest opened up the switch, swore, summoned me to take pictures, and closed it up again. The colors didn't make sense to them, there were more wires than they were expecting, the ground wire was present but not connected to the switch, there was a wire coming out of the back of the switch in a way that looked integral... NOPE.

The cluster of 3 switches in the dining room was also chaotic.

CALL THE ~~LOCKSMITH~~ ELECTRICIAN!

Ev finished up doing another outlet by herself, we shuffled some stuff around (the portable AC is now in the garage, ready to deploy as needed) and went for a quick hardware store scope-out and then dinner. Yay.

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who the fuck...

Sun, 22 May 2022 08:27:42 GMT

... eliminates an entire cupboard under the stairs in order to

a) add an extremely janky on the back end tv setup
b) open up the other end and INSERT AN ENTIRE BILLY BOOKCASE very badly as a screamingly inadequate pantry?

The same kind of coked-up labrador retriever who would string live wires across the badly drywalled-in former door to the cupboard, that's who.

The niche that apparently held some kind of equipment to support the wall-mounted screen facing the living room also had a coaxial cable diving through the garage wall, and a piece of drywall held on with security screws, through which you could stick an arm or so to plug in the tv or whatever the heck.

Belovedest was sputtering in Child Of Electrical Engineer. For my part, I had my camp chair there, and I'd carried it into the garage and did my best to imitate that gif of the guy rocking up with his chair and deploying it smoothly and sitting down to enjoy the show.

Because the power outlets closest to the garage door openers were operated via the light switch, there was a small power strip daisy chain to actually power the one garage door opener that was currently in use. (The other one was unplugged, and I see why they chose that one for the opener itself, but the other garage door opens properly and doesn't shake and rattle like it's going to fall down on someone's head.)

I am personally willing to give a pass on the aesthetic sins committed to this house, since I mostly do not give two fucks about visible patching (why we discovered the cupboard under the stairs in the first place), nor about crown molding, questionable taste in light fixtures, and *gasp* a combination of chrome and brushed nickel finish in the bathrooms, but my daughter does and so I will support her in that.

But what was done to that cupboard under the stairs was several kinds of crime and perhaps some of them were against building codes.

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The Lunatic is in my Head

NOPE

who the fuck...