I hope we have power

This afternoon, around 3 o’clock, my sister told me the fuses were blown in our bathroom. I called the landlord and went back to doing whatever it was I was doing at work. Around six, I showed my motorcycle to an interested buyer, so it was about six-thirty when I walked in the back door. I heard noises, and sure enough, my landlord, handyman in tow, was still trying to get my power on. Somehow, they couldn’t figure out which fuses went to the bathroom/kitchen/my bedroom (yes, that is a lot of area to cover on one circuit.) They replaced every fuse in the box that they thought belonged to me, then replaced one that they thought didn’t. Of course, that was the one. We went around flipping lights on and off, turning on fans, and generally being happy that things were working again. They left, and I went to get some water from the fridge.

The fridge is off. Not only that, but the stove next to it won’t light. The crazy thing is that they are on regular 120 outlets. The one that the fridge and stove use and one nearby are not working. Three rooms are covered by one circuit, and these two get one to themselves. Plus, the fuses all look fine and I can’t figure out which one is causing the problem. Ugh. I only hope the fridge is working by Friday, or we are all drinking warm beer.

UPDATE: Megan says the power is back on. Rock.