Adulthood: I Hate It
My day so far has revolved around my dryer and my home's 220 wiring.
After my pal Patricia and I actually *REPLACED* the 200 dryer outlet (I was in charge of turning the screws) we plugged in the dryer and hit the go button.
Now not only does it not heat, now it no longer even turns on.
I am disgusted. Now I have to find a goon to come figure things out and undo what we did.
All my men friends, gay and straight, are French poodles who don't know electrical from Shinola. All my women friends are about as mechanically inclined as I am.
Now I am a sitting duck- at the mercy of a fast talking, slow moving electrician.
Woe is me...