Earlier this year, my blazing intelligence was on display when I improperly attached the door to my furnace after looking at the condition of the filter inside it. The end result was that it was 59 in my house and I had to pay $100 to have someone tell me I just needed to attach the door.
Well, it was time to look at the filter again...so on Tuesday night, I went down and measured the filter and came home with a brand spanking new Arm & Hammer air filter. I changed it Wednesday night, with careful attention to the manner in which I attached the door. As it was a little cooler over the past few days, I turned the AC off...but yesterday, it crept up to 76 in the house. I keep the temperature in the house between 72 and 75 (via a programmable thermostat - if you don't have one, buy one, it has had a significant impact on my energy costs), so it should not have been 76 in the house. I decided last night I was too tired to deal with it, so I turned the fan on and went to bed - and when I woke up this morning, it was now 77 in the house. Insert expletive. So at 6:30 this morning, I went down stairs and started messing with it...I made a few attempts and FINALLY got it right, as evidenced by the fact the unit started up after slamming the door on there a few times. I started my day frazzled by my HVAC incompetence, but that quickly changed to a feeling of victory when it came on. I managed to prove I was smarter than the HVAC.
Taken from the trials and tribulations of a stubborn, single female homeowner.