Moving in seemed to go pretty well today. I had training today, so I was able to swing a coffee by for my wife, but other than that, buy the time I made it home, it was all over. The movers were gone, the cable guy had come and gone, and the only thing left to go was go get the pizza.
After dinner, I learned that not everything had gone perfectly. There was a problem in the laundry room...the house has a 3-prong 220 outlet, while our one year old dryer has a 4-prong 220 plug. Given my recent success with shelving, I was feeling up to the challenge of replacing the outlet on the wall myself. A quick trip to Ace to buy the new outlet, and then I headed to the breaker box.
My confidence didn't last long. I got the front plate off the outlet, and then I couldn't even figure out how to get the existing wires out of the existing outlet, let alone get enough wire to work with to connect them into the new outlet. Plus, I wasn't 100% certain that what I thought was a ground wire was actually a ground wire.
I might be dumb, but I'm not stupid. Electricity is not something I'm willing to be risky with. I backed out, and admitted my failure to my wife, along with my opinion that we should just call an electrician. I'd rather pay a couple of bucks than burn down a house we just bought.