The Ceiling Fan Is Up!

You know, when I installed the ceiling fan in the bedroom, I thought it was hell because I had to stand on a waterbed the entire time.  

Well, I have now installed one in our office, and I can say that it was more stable, but it was still hell.

I can already tell that my arms are going to be aching tomorrow.  Oh, and get this, the same catastorphes (save one), happened with this one as the last one.  It's the same type of fan, and I'll be damned if I didn't drop a screw into the motor, drop screws and washers onto our very old, very worn, and very golden carpet, and just about fall several times during the installation process.

But, in the end, the fan was installed as you can see.  Bill claims that we have one more install.  I'm thinking we call Lowe's, and have them deliver and install the fucker.

Which begs the question, can you request a certain delivery person.  Or at least describe who you would like sent and they send someone who is a reasonable facsimile in the gender you specify?  

That would be glorious, wouldn't it?

 

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