I blew a fuse!

[aradiablue]

My laptop is on battery power right now. I just blew a fuse plugging in my vaccuum cleaner and can't figure out how to fix the problem. Now I am waiting for my man to get home and fix this electrical issue, which clearly my female brain cannot comprehend. How fucking Suzy homemaker can you get?

Comments

[mysargassosea]

Do you know where your fusebox is in the house? If so, it is totally simple to fix. Basically just flick switches until shit starts working. If you don't know where the fusebox is, call the landlord/lady. An ungodly amount of my time at my taco making job was spent resetting blown fuses.

[mysargassosea]

Also if you flick a switch and shit does not start working but other shit stops working, remember to switch said things back. Fixing your vacuum cleaner is great, but not if you break your fridge while you are at it.

[aradiablue]

It's all good now. I know how to fuck with the fusebox, but I couldn't find it because this apartment is still kinda new. I can't talk to the landlord because I don't know the Hungarian word for 'fusebox'. Mark had to ask him, and it turns out it was outside of the apartment anyway (weird). At least I didn't have to sit around in the dark.

[queenofolupitoo]

That's probably the same thing I would do, and incidentally why I ignore a similar issue with my boyfriend that you have with your boyfriend (mentioned in an earlier entry about dishes left lying around). I've decided that I don't mind being the one who pretty much always has to do the dishes, laundry, clean the bathroom, sweep, etc. in exchange for never having to shovel snow, change the filter in the furnace, stand on a chair to change a light bulb, or play with electricity. It is somewhat distressing as you try in your mind to keep feminist ideals, but honestly, if there are some chores you can tolerate more easily than he can and some that he can tolerate more easily than you can, there's no real reason to try to worry about whether or not you're playing into typical gender roles. Doing what's most comfortable for both of you in running your household makes sense to me. (My house isn't completely run on old gender stereo-types though; my boyfriend does do most of the cooking!)