2xR
******* Derelict *******
I just finished painting our guest room. Part of the project is to replace the electrical outlets, wall switch, and, an overhead light. I'm fixing it up to sell, or, rent.
So, it came time to do the electrical. Now, I'm comfortable with simple household 110v projects. I know my hot, neutrals, and, grounds. I know how to flip the breakers to turn off the power in the area where I'm working. I have it down pat. Or, so I thought.
The breaker box is out in the laundry room, a fair distance from this bedroom, and, no one is here to tell me when the lights went dark so I'd know which (unlabeled) breaker was the one I wanted. I got the bright idea of plugging in a boom-box and cranking up the volume so that when it went silent, I had the correct breaker. That worked flawlessly, and, I didn't have to keep walking back, and, forth to the breaker box.
There are four wall outlets in this room. I began to work. When I finished the first one I thought I had better plug a lamp into the next outlet to insure it was dead. It was. I finished number two. For some reason I absent mindedly just scooted over to number three, and, began working. You know, I had always thought being electrocuted would hurt more. It wasn't that bad. Kind of a strange, tingly feeling from the hand, up to the elbow. Of course, I let go rather quickly. Who knows what kind of damage I could have self inflicted if I'd have held on.
After that, I went to my shop, got my multimeter, and, probed every wire I had to touch. I should of had it to start with, but, it is a cold, rainy day, and, I thought I could get by without it. Dayum...
So, it came time to do the electrical. Now, I'm comfortable with simple household 110v projects. I know my hot, neutrals, and, grounds. I know how to flip the breakers to turn off the power in the area where I'm working. I have it down pat. Or, so I thought.
The breaker box is out in the laundry room, a fair distance from this bedroom, and, no one is here to tell me when the lights went dark so I'd know which (unlabeled) breaker was the one I wanted. I got the bright idea of plugging in a boom-box and cranking up the volume so that when it went silent, I had the correct breaker. That worked flawlessly, and, I didn't have to keep walking back, and, forth to the breaker box.
There are four wall outlets in this room. I began to work. When I finished the first one I thought I had better plug a lamp into the next outlet to insure it was dead. It was. I finished number two. For some reason I absent mindedly just scooted over to number three, and, began working. You know, I had always thought being electrocuted would hurt more. It wasn't that bad. Kind of a strange, tingly feeling from the hand, up to the elbow. Of course, I let go rather quickly. Who knows what kind of damage I could have self inflicted if I'd have held on.
After that, I went to my shop, got my multimeter, and, probed every wire I had to touch. I should of had it to start with, but, it is a cold, rainy day, and, I thought I could get by without it. Dayum...
