Now I'm cookin'
It's been a while since I posted, so I figured I should do something about that.
The glass window of my oven door was cracked when I moved in to the apartment, but apparently it wasn't worth it to the apartment complex owners to do anything with it. Last week, I made it worse by spilling some tuna helper on it when I was putting it in the oven to cook. (How? Well, 200°F liquid spilling on 400°F glass turns out to be a bad idea.) It was bad enough that I figured the landlord would want something done about it... probably out of my pocket, since I'm the one who wrecked it.
But now that I have a car, and thus access to the parking garage, I have access to the corner thereof where furniture and appliances go to die. And it just so happened that someone had disposed of an oven identical to my own. So last Friday after work, I went back down there with a screwdriver and a pair of pliers, disassembled the front door, and got the glass out. I was pretty proud of myself for thinking of the idea. The actual implementation turned out to be more difficult than that; the initial crack was only one piece of evidence of abuse of the oven by a past owner. The screws holding the door together were gunky, and in the case of those holding the glass in, so gummed up that I couldn't get them out. I tried one of those damaged-screw removers like on TV, but they need a power drill, which I don't have, and I didn't get a good result using a stack of ratchet and power screwdriver bits. I was starting to think I'd have to give up and call the landlord, since I seemed to be stuck, but finally it occurred to me that this was the glass that I'd be throwing out, so I gave up my compunction against damaging it, broke off the mounting clips, and was then able to get the screws out of them. So, about five hours of work later, the glass of my oven door is as good as new. I didn't have to make an appointment for a repair guy to come in, give up a day of work to make sure he didn't rob me, sit around wondering if he was ever going to show, or pay a fine. I was pretty pleased with myself.
When I told the story to my parents, Mom pointed out that the doors come off, and I could have just swapped my oven door for the one from the basement. I wouldn't even need to unscrew anything.
Doh.
Ah well, live and learn. I think I had more fun this way.
In other news, today's my last day of work before my Christmas holidays! Woohoo! Time to whip out my festive icon again.
The glass window of my oven door was cracked when I moved in to the apartment, but apparently it wasn't worth it to the apartment complex owners to do anything with it. Last week, I made it worse by spilling some tuna helper on it when I was putting it in the oven to cook. (How? Well, 200°F liquid spilling on 400°F glass turns out to be a bad idea.) It was bad enough that I figured the landlord would want something done about it... probably out of my pocket, since I'm the one who wrecked it.
But now that I have a car, and thus access to the parking garage, I have access to the corner thereof where furniture and appliances go to die. And it just so happened that someone had disposed of an oven identical to my own. So last Friday after work, I went back down there with a screwdriver and a pair of pliers, disassembled the front door, and got the glass out. I was pretty proud of myself for thinking of the idea. The actual implementation turned out to be more difficult than that; the initial crack was only one piece of evidence of abuse of the oven by a past owner. The screws holding the door together were gunky, and in the case of those holding the glass in, so gummed up that I couldn't get them out. I tried one of those damaged-screw removers like on TV, but they need a power drill, which I don't have, and I didn't get a good result using a stack of ratchet and power screwdriver bits. I was starting to think I'd have to give up and call the landlord, since I seemed to be stuck, but finally it occurred to me that this was the glass that I'd be throwing out, so I gave up my compunction against damaging it, broke off the mounting clips, and was then able to get the screws out of them. So, about five hours of work later, the glass of my oven door is as good as new. I didn't have to make an appointment for a repair guy to come in, give up a day of work to make sure he didn't rob me, sit around wondering if he was ever going to show, or pay a fine. I was pretty pleased with myself.
When I told the story to my parents, Mom pointed out that the doors come off, and I could have just swapped my oven door for the one from the basement. I wouldn't even need to unscrew anything.
Doh.
Ah well, live and learn. I think I had more fun this way.
In other news, today's my last day of work before my Christmas holidays! Woohoo! Time to whip out my festive icon again.