I’m not very bright sometimes.
Say you were sitting in your house and you were a little chilly. Would you:
(a) put on a sweater?
(b) turn up the heat?
(c) rip your thermostat off the wall?
I don’t think I even need to tell you what a dumbass I am and which option I chose. See, there have been a couple times in the last month or so when our house has gotten very cold because the heat didn’t click on for some reason or accidentally turned off. Or at least that’s what Alex says. I haven’t actually experienced this firsthand.
I had been cold in my house all afternoon, so when I was cold this evening—and, just to let you know, I am always cold, even when it’s warm—I flashed on the secondhand assumption that there might be a problem with our furnace very occasionally. Even though there was no actual evidence of such a thing.
Then I flashed on a story a friend of mine told me a couple of weeks ago when her furnace didn’t work and her husband took the front of the thermostat off and replaced the batteries and everything worked all of a sudden.
So I walked into the living room, ascertained that there was a seam in the thermostat that could possibly be opened, and yanked the entire damn thing off the wall. Evidently the seam doesn’t open OR its seal is stronger than that which adhered (note the past tense there) the thermostat to the wall.
I stood there looking at it because I HAD JUST RIPPED MY THERMOSTAT ENTIRELY OFF OF MY WALL. And there were no batteries to be seen. Yeah, there were all sorts of pins and shit, like bits of metal that were obviously precisely placed to conduct…heat? Electricity? Something.
So I did exactly what you would expect of someone who is as much of a fucking disaster as I am.
I jammed it back onto the wall and left the house for the meeting I was scheduled to attend.
I’m home now and the house seems warm, so I guess I didn’t irreparably break it. Yet.
I am such an embarrassing person.