Electrical Wires and Me
About a year ago my mom went and bought a new light fixture for our kitchen at the cottage. She was going to get an electrician to install it but I scoffed and said "MOM. I can totally do this. I learned how to electrical wire in that grade nine tech class and this is no big deal." She was hesitant, and suggested many alternatives including my uncle and the neighbours dog as better electricians than I would be. She finally gave in, I clambored up on the counter and installed the light.
There were a few moments where I may have been moderately confused by which wire was which but I soldiered on and when we flicked the switch the light came on. Nobody was electrocuted, and considering that a victory, I leapt off the counter and went about my business.
That night, I went out to get a bag from the car and as I flicked on the switch for the outdoor light I realized something was wrong. Namely, what was wrong was that the light did not go on.
So a year has passed with no outdoor light and yesterday the electrician came to fix it. According to him, the reason the light won't turn on is that I installed them in series, so for the outside light to be on, the inside lights would need to be off. Channeling my grandmother, my only response to this was a slightly huffy "Hmm."
He did his best not to be patronizing when he said "Well, yeh see, these here wires are pretty com-plee-cat-ed, it's not a surprise that yeh had some troubles with them there wires."
To which my mother and I both said, "Hmm."
We were also both wide-eyed at his amazing Canadian accent, to which no justice can be done through phonetic spelling.
To make a long story short, now we can see the spiders outside before we walk through them, which is good. Also, from the sound of my mothers "hmm", I will not be allowed to install electrical appliances any more. I would write more but I am off to get them there cookies...