Monday, March 19, 2012

little accomplishments



My external battery charger broke the other day. See that glinting metal thing? There should be another one--but that one went MIA and thus my batteries were not charging. I was irked--I crawled around the floor of my bedroom to see if it fell off and skittered off somewhere obscure, but all I came up with was a lot of my own hair (from my head, not elsewhere!!!).

So I thought, okay, I need this phone charger to work NOW, I'll come up with some makeshift metal prong-thing to stick there. I tried using a staple (I know, I'm so dumb) but it just disappeared into the hole left by the actual missing prong. Alright. So off I went stumping to get the apartment hardware kit. I unscrewed the charger and pried it open, but it wouldn't stay open so I had to hold it open while it clamped to my poor little fingers. That's when I notice the metal prong-thing wasn't missing--it somehow just loosened and slipped and was hiding in the black hole that was the inside of the charger.

What little engineering cogs I have inherited from my father started whirling and spinning around. I would have to re-affix the prong, which--given the fact that the charger would only open up half a centimeter--might be a little difficult. Good thing I have nimble hands. I found my little Xacto knife, my eyebrow tweezers, and my nice stationary tape (I didn't want to get up from my chair to walk two feet over to my roommate's desk for normal Scotch tape) and after some prying and tongue-biting--voila! The metal prong was back in place and my spare battery was happily charging away.



Okay, so maybe no one really cares about this except for me, but I don't care. I just felt so proud and accomplished. I like fixing things. If you really want to know, in sixth grade people would call me Dr. Denise because I'd fix stuff--lead pencils, pens that weren't working...and...well. I guess that was it. But okay, I actually was really good at it. Anyway, I was--and still am--very pleased with myself and my handiwork. Like a real, jack-of-all-trades sort of woman or something of the sort.

Let me know if you want me to fix anything--hole in your jeans around the butt area, lead pencil stuck with lead, bruised spirit...I am happy to help!


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