Today it was 'honey are you going to install the lighting in the new kitchen' day. I've been dreading this job for a long time. See the problem is that when we were putting in the false ceiling, I had a plan indicating where the lights would be, more or less.
So I prepared all cabling, left the ends long enough, and then stuffed it underneath the plasterboard. The plasterboard is mounted to the ceiling with a metal frame that is spaced only 2 feet in both directions. All of that is invisible because of the plaster that went over the board. To add to the complexity, the frame is mounted like you'd expect, with 90 degree angles from the walls. However, the kitchen furniture, and thus the lights, are are a 15 degree angle.
To further complicate the job, we didn't put the furniture exactly as indicated by the plan, because the room and the plan didn't match 100%. Everything is about a foot off compared to the plan. No big deal. However...
First I drilled the 6 holes you see. And despite a lot of rummaging around, I couldn't find ANY of those 6 cables where they were supposed to be. And with only 4" clearing between the false ceiling and the real one, there is not much room to work in. Of and did I mention the ceiling is about 14' high? Now, eventually I was able to use my phone as a sort of periscope in one hole, and then used an improvised hook through the other hole to pull back 2 cables. I decided to forget about the others and simply use those 2 to hook up some new improvised cabling. There was a lot of cursing and cussing involved.
Anywho... this is a long winded preamble to get to the point. You see the ladder on top of the kitchen block. I was standing on that to drill the holes with the big circular saw drill thingy (no idea what you'd call it in the US). I had put it on the top step while I was doing something else, and then forgot it was there.
A couple minutes later I took the ladder by the feet in order to move it, when the shit hit the fan. Some junk fell off the ladder and my first thought was 'shit, there was stuff on top'. And then I feel a big weight shifting, and then I REALLY think 'oh... SHIT'. I see the drill falling towards the (expensive) granite counter top. I know the drill has carbide teeth, weighs about 3 pounds, and is certain to slam a big chuck out of the middle of the top. And as this scenario is playing out, I am already thinking that my life is about to get really, really bad.
So with the ladder still in both hands, I kinda lunge forward, and somehow grab the falling drill between my elbow and my armpit, stopping it about a handspan from impact. I have NO idea how on earth I was able to do that. Had that drill hit the top, I'd probably be sleeping on the couch for the next couple of years.
So I prepared all cabling, left the ends long enough, and then stuffed it underneath the plasterboard. The plasterboard is mounted to the ceiling with a metal frame that is spaced only 2 feet in both directions. All of that is invisible because of the plaster that went over the board. To add to the complexity, the frame is mounted like you'd expect, with 90 degree angles from the walls. However, the kitchen furniture, and thus the lights, are are a 15 degree angle.
To further complicate the job, we didn't put the furniture exactly as indicated by the plan, because the room and the plan didn't match 100%. Everything is about a foot off compared to the plan. No big deal. However...
First I drilled the 6 holes you see. And despite a lot of rummaging around, I couldn't find ANY of those 6 cables where they were supposed to be. And with only 4" clearing between the false ceiling and the real one, there is not much room to work in. Of and did I mention the ceiling is about 14' high? Now, eventually I was able to use my phone as a sort of periscope in one hole, and then used an improvised hook through the other hole to pull back 2 cables. I decided to forget about the others and simply use those 2 to hook up some new improvised cabling. There was a lot of cursing and cussing involved.
Anywho... this is a long winded preamble to get to the point. You see the ladder on top of the kitchen block. I was standing on that to drill the holes with the big circular saw drill thingy (no idea what you'd call it in the US). I had put it on the top step while I was doing something else, and then forgot it was there.
A couple minutes later I took the ladder by the feet in order to move it, when the shit hit the fan. Some junk fell off the ladder and my first thought was 'shit, there was stuff on top'. And then I feel a big weight shifting, and then I REALLY think 'oh... SHIT'. I see the drill falling towards the (expensive) granite counter top. I know the drill has carbide teeth, weighs about 3 pounds, and is certain to slam a big chuck out of the middle of the top. And as this scenario is playing out, I am already thinking that my life is about to get really, really bad.
So with the ladder still in both hands, I kinda lunge forward, and somehow grab the falling drill between my elbow and my armpit, stopping it about a handspan from impact. I have NO idea how on earth I was able to do that. Had that drill hit the top, I'd probably be sleeping on the couch for the next couple of years.
