When I find the joker who did this:
This is the electrical box in our new place. Apparently, all we have to guide us around the electricity in this joint is “Lites and Plugs”, “Lites and Plugs”, “Lites and Plugs”, “Lites and Plugs”, “Dining Studio”, and “Range”.
WELL. “Range” is correct at least! Andy and I have just spent a very amusing half-hour mapping the electrical box correctly. Granted, this does not explain why 3 switches seem to do the bulk of the work around here while 2 switches only have about 2 outlets each on them.
There was a hairy moment where I thought for sure the added-by-the-previous-owners outlet where their entertainment system had been was going to turn out to be in our neighbor’s electrical system, thus testing my morals on the subject of whether to tell them or not. But, no, it’s on a switch all its own in our box.
Whatever, it’s an 85-year-old building, things are weird, and electricians think differently from the rest of us1. But Andy and I are now convinced that about year 2 we’re going to see about getting an electrician in here to add some more outlets and perhaps make sense of the wiring vis-a-vis the electrical box.
For now, at least I know that when Andy is ready to work on changing the overhead light in the dining room, the power is going to go out in the study and I’m going to have to find a book to read. Yes, you might say I learned this the hard way.
- My father was trained as an electrician, and god knows his thinking is not like normal humans’. [↩]