I didn't sleep well Sunday night -- I'm not sure why -- so I thought well, I'll just go to bed early Monday night and catch up. And it seemed to be working ... until ...
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*


I'm jolted out of a nice doze by this racket. It's the smoke alarm. No, it's not telling me the house is on fire. This is the noise it makes when it's telling you that its life is ending.
Of course you couldn't die at 3 p.m., could you, you noisy bastard ...
Nope, you opt to die at 1 a.m.
I thought I'd open it and just take the batteries out. There is no battery 'door.' There is no battery compartment. I'm damn sure it's not hard-wired into the house, so WTF ... There's a doughnut-shaped 'frame' that's screwed into the ceiling first, and then the main body of the alarm is attached. I should add that I didn't instal the damn thing, so you can imagine the results ....
It took me more than an HOUR to get main body of the alarm down -- with considerable violence, I might add -- only to discover that the ring ALSO makes loud beeping noises. And not one of the approximately two dozen screwdrivers fit the screws holding it to the ceiling.
It finally shut up; I don't know whether it ran out of steam or whether my whacking it several times with various screwdrivers were responsible ...
By 5 p.m. Tuesday I was a zombie. I came home, put a few perishable groceries that I'd picked up into the fridge, flopped into bed and slept until midnight, when I finally got up to have supper.
And now I have to replace this devil's spawn.
On the bright side, I'm definitely seeing the sense behind Canada's tough gun laws ...
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*


I'm jolted out of a nice doze by this racket. It's the smoke alarm. No, it's not telling me the house is on fire. This is the noise it makes when it's telling you that its life is ending.
Of course you couldn't die at 3 p.m., could you, you noisy bastard ...
Nope, you opt to die at 1 a.m.I thought I'd open it and just take the batteries out. There is no battery 'door.' There is no battery compartment. I'm damn sure it's not hard-wired into the house, so WTF ... There's a doughnut-shaped 'frame' that's screwed into the ceiling first, and then the main body of the alarm is attached. I should add that I didn't instal the damn thing, so you can imagine the results ....
It took me more than an HOUR to get main body of the alarm down -- with considerable violence, I might add -- only to discover that the ring ALSO makes loud beeping noises. And not one of the approximately two dozen screwdrivers fit the screws holding it to the ceiling.
It finally shut up; I don't know whether it ran out of steam or whether my whacking it several times with various screwdrivers were responsible ...
By 5 p.m. Tuesday I was a zombie. I came home, put a few perishable groceries that I'd picked up into the fridge, flopped into bed and slept until midnight, when I finally got up to have supper.
And now I have to replace this devil's spawn.

On the bright side, I'm definitely seeing the sense behind Canada's tough gun laws ...

Maybe that's why my building got rid of the trash/incinerator chute?
The first half of that was absolutely me. The last half was only not me for two reasons: one, I live in a house, so there's no trash chute.

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