I can’t do this size upgrade again soon. Took all day. It’s a walk in the park normally, spreading out a few hours over two days. So I kept thinking I’d maybe see the end of the project in sight, right after the next effort. By close the end of it, and I worked dextrous all day, even the sun couldn’t wait up for the ride home. I might as well done 80 spaces as 40. I couldn’t even look closely eventually, because my eye was on Time and how I’m badly calibrating it. It would be a feather in my cap if no tools get left behind.
I know, if it looks like a grouch, and sounds like a grouch, I’m grouchy. 40 or so wires. At 26 is some kind of imaginary limit. I felt punished, someone was making me do this, so I thought of my childhood right on cue. I can hardly want to think about it now. The regret primarily is how badly I calibrated time, and apparently forgot what 35 felt like? I mean, to stand back from these upgrades, it’s enough approbation for the day to see the panel mounted and fed. I could mistakenly go home, knowing the electricity can enter the dwelling accurately. “You” just exercised the aesthetic side to your skills, like I said, full enough. Then to deal with messing up the interior, and at the same time sculpting 3 5 wires that need to reach a breaker, shorter pieces landed before longer pieces. Having had already to re route some existing wires, in order to gain a necessary foot or more to reach inside the newly placed box.
It’s work. Of course. I can’t work so thoughtfully for 8 hours, and inside the bowels of their nice home. So much repetition which can’t be couched like in one fell swoop. When I had a helper, I’m reminded, it still would’ve been longer than usual, to the point where we became familiar by proxy that conversation felt mandatory, and that was my dear wife. There’s a lot of preparation in one of these, so by all rights, it should end abruptly and with a ping. But this day, it didn’t. Boo hoo.
680 = 100A
880 = 200A
75 = Inspector
0 = utility co.
$ = same 28 yrs