Monday, December 22, 2008

An open letter to the electricians who wired my house when it was built...




shame shame shame.

you know who you are, and karma has hopefully come for you.

1. first, I found that you wired the smoke detectors to my foyer bathroom's lightswitch

2. then, I found that you wired the fan in the foyer bathroom to the light, not the lightswitch, so I can't have a separate switch without tearing apart the wall

3. and finally, this weekend, I discovered that the outside outlet is reset by the upstairs hall bathroom outlet's reset switch.

enough said.



  1. Electricians are a breed of their own, that's all I have to say on the matter.

  2. I recently saw a dead electrician lying by the side of the road. Probably him.

  3. May postman's arse befall the piss pots!
    postman's arse (noun): Condition caused by chronic chaffing of the bum cheeks and thus characterised by a painful red ring around the tea towel holder which afflicts those whose working day involves much walking and sweating.
    piss pot (noun): 1. Lavatory bowl. 2. Idiot, fool. 3. Old-fashioned motorcyclist's helmet.