My house ineptness (to make gsabc feel better)
Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:32 pm
Yesterday I took off from work to do some minimal shopping and string the rest of the lights. Lights which I discovered up in the attic and that would fill in the black hole produced by the 8000 square foot philodendron in the front of the house.
I checked the lights inside. They worked. I plugged one string into the power strip and nothing happened outside. In fact, none of the previously working lights came on. So, I moved the extension cord to the other outlet. That worked.
So, I stringed me up some more. Only three to a string, mind you, because I'm paranoid. I walked back into the garage to get another batch and smelled smoke. Like wood smoke. Cue nerve endings. It wasn't a large smoke smell, just...there. Inside, no smoke smell. Back out by the garage door a noticeable smoke smell. I bent down and the frickin' duel outlet is hot to the touch and, by golly, smells like smoke!
Well, crap. So, I call the fire department main office because I know them and ask if I should call it in. They say, yeah, call dispatch. So I did. Maybe four minutes later a truck pulls up, and I know some of the guys, one of whom mentioned that they should have refused service since we had an OU flag hanging outside our front door. I hugged him and laughed.
They used their thermal detection thingie to make sure nothing was hot in the wall and flipped the breakers to determine which one attached to the outlet and said, hey, it's common, get an electrician and we can't fix it even though we know how. There was a short or something in the outlet.
So, even though I can't put any more lights up in the tree by the garage, the rest of the lights are operable through cords through the windows. The outside plugs are the only things not working and I wonder who the hell constructed this place to connect such non-adjacent outlets.
Anyway, no fire is a good fire.
But, I still feel like an idiot.
I checked the lights inside. They worked. I plugged one string into the power strip and nothing happened outside. In fact, none of the previously working lights came on. So, I moved the extension cord to the other outlet. That worked.
So, I stringed me up some more. Only three to a string, mind you, because I'm paranoid. I walked back into the garage to get another batch and smelled smoke. Like wood smoke. Cue nerve endings. It wasn't a large smoke smell, just...there. Inside, no smoke smell. Back out by the garage door a noticeable smoke smell. I bent down and the frickin' duel outlet is hot to the touch and, by golly, smells like smoke!
Well, crap. So, I call the fire department main office because I know them and ask if I should call it in. They say, yeah, call dispatch. So I did. Maybe four minutes later a truck pulls up, and I know some of the guys, one of whom mentioned that they should have refused service since we had an OU flag hanging outside our front door. I hugged him and laughed.
They used their thermal detection thingie to make sure nothing was hot in the wall and flipped the breakers to determine which one attached to the outlet and said, hey, it's common, get an electrician and we can't fix it even though we know how. There was a short or something in the outlet.
So, even though I can't put any more lights up in the tree by the garage, the rest of the lights are operable through cords through the windows. The outside plugs are the only things not working and I wonder who the hell constructed this place to connect such non-adjacent outlets.
Anyway, no fire is a good fire.
But, I still feel like an idiot.