plonq: (Trying to be cute)
My stint as a contractor came to an end on the 31st of July this year. To be more accurate, it was supposed to end on that day, but somebody in IT accidentally rescinded my system access at the end of day on the 30th, so I showed up for work on the 31st and found out that I was locked out of everything. I walked over to the office of the Deskside Support guys over on the other building and told them to come collect my laptop, then handed my pass card to the receptionist and went home.

I billed them for an hour, so it was a pretty easy hundred bucks for me, but I'd have liked to say goodbye to the rest of my group over Teams.

Anyway, on to "the thing" that I did.

Now that I'm re-retired, I have been trying to make better use of my time than I did during the previous iteration of my retirement. At [personal profile] atara's prompting, I am giving myself at least one thing to accomplish every day.

We have some bottle lights that we bought from the front yard about ten years ago. We got them from a place called Jysk - which is a Danish chain that we liken to being a bargain-basement Ikea. They hang from the trees out front by strings, and other than having to replace those every couple of years, they've otherwise been reliable. Until this year.

When we put them out this spring, only one of them lit. And it was only working sporadically, flickering and blinking in the dark.

Somewhere in the shapeless morass of trivia I've managed to cram into my brain over the years is the knowledge that when a solar-powered garden light fails, the most likely cause is the power switch, followed by the battery. I suspected that this was the case with our bottle lights, so I picked up a remarkably cheap, 40-watt soldering iron last weekend. (Seriously, this thing was $7.95, so I'm not expecting a lifetime of service from it.) On Tuesday, I pulled down all of the bottle lights, disassembled them, and bridged the contacts for the on/of switches.

When I had them apart, I discovered why one of the had been blinking. The bottles are suppsoed to have corks to keep the rain out of them, but this one had lost its cork, and the bottom of the bottle had filled with water. As it swayed in the wind, the rust-filled water would complete the connection on the power switch and it would briefly light. Fortunately, I'd saved the base from a bottle that had broken earlier, because the circuit board in this one was badly corroded. I threw away the bad one and replaced it with the spare. I also sealed the top of the bottle to prevent more water from getting in.

That evening, three of the eight bottles lit. Barely. They had a wan glow that told of batteries that were on their last legs. The lights use standard AAA NiMH batteries, so I knew that they could be easily replaced.

But... when I shopped around online for replacements, I discovered that rechargeable NiMH batteries are not cheap. I mean, they don't cost a fortune either, but they cost more than I wanted to spend on these cheap lights. I finally broke my "no Amazon" rule and ordered a 24-pack of the cheapest ones I could find. They arrived today, and I swapped out all of the batteries this afternoon. As I swapped them, I took each bottle into garage to make sure it was working.

100% success. Our front yard should look much more merry and whimsical after sundown tonight.

AAA ... Eh?

Nov. 5th, 2016 10:59 pm
plonq: (Wolfish Mood)
I have noticed lately that the pen for my Surface has not been especially responsive. After a bit of experimentation, I came to the conclusion that the battery is dying. I took a spare AAA battery to work on Friday with the intention of swapping out the battery once I got it set up. I unscrewed the top of the pen, removed the battery, and made a very important discover. I was wrong. It does not take an AAA battery.

It takes an AAAA battery.

Don't feel bad if you have never heard of those. I had not heard of them before Friday, and based on my experience while shopping today, I am in the majority. This conversation was repeated several times today (to [livejournal.com profile] atara's amusement."

I would wander around in a store, looking like I had just emerged from my alien birthpod and had never seen the inside of a human store. I found that this was a good look for attracting the attention of sympathetic store employees. The dialogue usually started with a salutation, followed by, "Is there something I can help you find?"

"Yes. I am looking for a quadruple-A battery."

"Triple-A batteries? All of our batteries are up at the front. Let's just go have a look."

"No," I'd say again, holding up four fingers. "A quadruple-A battery." Usually this would net me a blank stare, and a couple of quick blinks as their brain alternately tried to parse the request and gauge the depth of my insanity.

They would humour me and lead me to the front where they would make a show of looking for my unicorn battery before declaring the futility of the search in a tone that said, "You know that such a thing does not exist, don't you?"

There was a glimmer of quickly-dashed hope in Best Buy when we approached the front with our doubting guide. A co-worker must have noticed his distressed expression, and he asked what we were looking for. Our guide quickly signed what I assume was the symbol for, "These people are insane and possibly dangerous," but out loud he said, "These folks are looking for some quadruple-A batteries."

"Triple-A?"

"Quadruple-A," I said, holding up four fingers.

"Oh," he said. "Ooooh. You've got a Surface pen, right? Ya, uh, no. You may as well just order one online because nobody in this town carries those."

We checked a couple more places, and it seems that he is right. Even a place called The Battery Man doesn't carry them.

A couple of weeks ago I had my first glass of scotch for the year. Even though I have learned that my prescription medication is OK with moderate amounts of alcohol, I have nonetheless curtailed my drinking significantly since the start of the year. My average intake these days is about one beer a week. I miss alcohol, but I don't exactly crave it. I think I was drinking more than I should anyway, so it does me no harm to have cut it back like I did.
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I've missed a couple of days this year, but so far this has been my most successful attempt at doing a picture every day of the year. I even added the extra challenge of making myself take and post the picture on the same day. I am also trying to avoid taking pictures of the same things over and over (though the cats get a pass in that category), so that means I'm snapping shots of anything that catches my eye some days in hopes of salvaging an interesting picture out of it.
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