You’ll remember from Part 2 that I had just been mightily humbled and had realized I would need to do some serious studying that night when the phone rang. It was h, my wife.
H was calling to let me know that half of our house was now without power. Not only that, but when she went to flip the offending breaker (yes, one breaker controls about half of our house) it shot out sparks. Well, that’s what we get for buying a house built in 1968.
I knew we couldn’t go for days without power, so I would have to get a number for a friend of ours who is an electrician. In the meantime, I also realized I probably wouldn’t be able to study, but would instead be dealing with this.
…and thus was my failure made certain.
I went home that night and, after various phone calls, got in touch with the electrician. He walked me through replacing a breaker, which didn’t work. He said he couldn’t come over, but could be at my place at 5:00am the next morning.
Well, he shows up and after about 1 hour of searching and looking, we figure out the problem. It’s our bathroom fans. They’re not working right, condensation has built up and it’s shorting out the circuit. I had to leave for the test, so I left him there to figure out what to do.