- Update: The dishwasher from %$@!#
- Why I'm never touching a screwdriver again
- The universe and it's sick sense of humor - a case study
As some of you may know, our dishwasher died, and since I prematurely labeled myself as Mr. Fix It, I decided not to pay the astronomical installation fee.
There are two things that freak me out with home improvement projects: Electricity and water. Electricity because it's invisible and can kill you. Water because it's amazing how much property damage it can do.
Guess which appliance uses both?
Yep, the dishwasher. (I should have known I was out of my league.)
Since most of my home improvement projects involve running to the garage every two minutes for another tool, I decided that this time, I would be completely prepared. I gathered all the conceivable tools together on the kitchen counter, confident that this would be a snap. That's when the universe decided to have a little fun at my expense.
The new dishwasher must have been designed by a monkey with the brain of a hamster because none of the parts I had to work with were logically accessible.
The short version is that after 3 hours, the water line was still leaking whenever I turned it on.
At that point, unloading a BB gun on the piece of junk would have felt immensely satisfying.
Instead, I made another trip to Home Depot for yet another part (a grand total of 4 trips, by the way), and we finally have a leak-free dishwasher.
The best part was when I shoved it under the counter. The directions said I needed to use a level to make sure it was ... well ... level. Gearing up for another bitter disappointment, I whipped out my level and lined it up with the washer.
I nearly went into a coma when I discovered it was perfectly level. It made me feel like I was in one of those movies where the people cheat death only to have accident after accident happen to them until they all die anyway. I keep looking over my shoulder, waiting for it to catch up with me.
Out with the old:
In with the new: