Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day, which is a national holiday here. However, I hear America parties more on this one than the Irish do. I feel obligated to acknowledge the date given where I am located so I’ll report back on the state of an actual Irish St. Patty’s Day soon. (I still have no internet/phone/TV at home so my access is sporadic and I haven’t read blogs or been on Facebook or really done anything I usually do online in almost a week, and many online things I haven’t gotten to at all since I moved over here.)
The new house is really nice, though the alarm system was faulty and screamed at me Sunday morning even though it wasn’t armed, and then the
oven cooker and I have had a falling out before we even met. I couldn’t get the ovens to work at all a couple nights ago, but the stovetop was ok, so I switched the dinner menu. The landlord had a guy out to repair a dead burner the next day and I scored a copy of the manual, where I figured out that the clock has to be set to operate the oven. Huh? Like every other outlet and powered item here, there is a wall switch to give power to the oven. Since the switch is off when not using the oven, the clock resets. So you have to set the clock (which is not intuitive anyway and you need the manual to learn it) to get the oven to turn on. I should have figured something was up when the landlord breezed right through a hard clock setting example operation when I saw the house last week.
So then I tried the oven last night, and after fifteen minutes there was a pop and a flash and it blew the breaker. (Fortunately my pizza was done enough to eat.) I called the landlord today and she said the repair guy had also replaced an oven lightbulb, which I assume is the problem. I’m hoping I don’t burn down the house on the next attempt and I did have a brief brainflash to source a fire extinguisher!
Since I’m already behind at work and tomorrow is a day off where I’m not sure exactly how to keep busy (lacking internet and all), I’m collecting some reading material to keep me occupied. But now it’s time to go home (long after everyone else) and drive my new car! They swapped my rental for my lease vehicle, a diesel VW Golf with 500 km on it. Now I’m worried my bad lefthand driving will scratch up a brand new car.
Note: I think Seamus (“shaymus”) is a funny name.