10 January 2009

I *HATE* Feeling Like a Dumb Bunny

I consider myself a fairly smart person. I graduated from college, got my master's degree, and I work at a bank.

So why in the bloody fucking hell can't I change a bloody fucking lightbulb?!

Background: the bulbs in our bathroom ceiling-mounted light fixture went out. My husband, the usual performer of regular household maintenance, is out running errands, but I thought, this should be simple enough, right? I mean, how hard can it be? I'll just unscrew the center rod, remove the glass cover, replace the bulbs, and all will be well.

Nope. The cover won't go back on; the screw goes up into the mounting, but the threads won't catch. I don't know if something's broken, or if I'm just doing it wrong.

Either way, I have to wait until my husband gets home, when I know he'll give me the lecture about leaving household repair to him, because, as he will insist, I'm not mechanically inclined. Which is terribly patronizing and will, in turn, make me feel even worse.

I can't even change a goddamn lightbulb. How sad is that?

UPDATE: Well, turns out it *wasn't* me, it was the cheap piece of crap fixture; when I unscrewed the center bolt, the nut on the inside of the fixture that was supposed to stay in place...didn't. And my husband didn't patronize me, either - I think he realized how upset I was that I fucked up a seemingly simple lightbulb change. In addition, the rocket scientists who owned the house before us didn't install the fixture correctly in the first place, so it took my husband about twenty minutes to figure out what was wrong and fix it.

But now we have light, and it works the way it should. With no dumb bunnies.


Nan said...

If it makes you feel any better, lately, I can't pull something off the shelf at the grocery store without dropping it before I can get it in the cart...yes, people notice.

All I can do is say, "oops, hands don't seem to be working," and pick it up.;)