Keith Graham is an electrician wizard of destiny. For all of you in and around Nogales, remember his name. Keith Graham. He and his army of trained professionals will be coming to my house on Thursday to install flood lights, motion detectors, and some new switches. The cost is so reasonable that it is practically free.
We talked on the phone about his estimate, and he was almost apologetic about the cost because he saw how (un)furnished my house is, must have noticed I was on day 4 of my favorite jeans, and figured that since it didn't look like I had brushed my hair, I must have sold my brush to buy ramen noodles.
My theory of electricity: hire someone who is actually trained to do electrical work. If the company has the word "Electric" in the name and it is backed up by some kind of bonding or licensing process, even better. Especially hire that person when no less than 5 of your friends recommend that person.
I explained to Keith that I could find some two-bit schmo to do some wiring and electrical work, and then I would die in my sleep as the house burned down. I could also do the work myself and skip all the "will I or won't I die" drama by just electrocuting myself during installation. What would Bhodi do if I electrocuted myself? Keith's reasonable estimate will be cheaper in the long run and a lot less deathy.
So, if you have been saving up your pennies for a private trip into space, wait until this weekend when you will be able to identify my house from the most distant reaches of the galaxy.
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