I've been feeling really horrible, and took a couple of days off of work. I'll be back at work tomorrow, because the contractors plan to spend the day jack hammering. I managed to sleep through a lot of banging and sawing today, but don't think I can handle the jack hammers.
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We had a bit of electrical work done last week, because when we bought the house, it was woefully underpowered. There weren't a whole heck of a lot of things to plug in, back in 1925. And, as far as we can tell, this house only had one upgrade, some time in the 1950s. We still had glass fuses, until last week.
Robb was resting while the electrician was working in our kitchen, and told me later that he overheard this man muttering "I hate you I hate you I hate you " over and over again. At one point the electrician plaintively and rhetorically asked "Just let this be the one thing that goes right today, okay?"
This all made a bit more sense when I found the tiny plastic screens that normally cover the holes in bottom of one of my orchids' pots, placed neatly next to the orchids. Poor guy must have dumped my plant in the sink, and not known how to re-assemble the bits.
Despite the suffering endured by this beleaguered electrician, I have nothing but good things to say about the work that the electricians did. Their work was immaculate.