Hi everyone,
My husband is a brilliant security/network architect, and has our whole house of computers (2 personal desktops, 3 laptops, and about 40K servers and whatnot on racks in the basement) wired up and configured to his liking, and they reach the internet via a hub and wireless cards in all the computers.
Except for my desktop; it’s located in the far end of the house from the hub and despite trying range extenders, etc., we (he) decided that it was going to have to be directly wired into the ethernet. We just had to run cable, and plug it in.
Three years later, after a lot of nagging or gentle bi-yearly reminders, depending on who is telling this story, the running of cable commenced last night. We ran cable from the Great Hub Of Power in the basement, up through three floors to the attic. In the attic he planned on running the wire down through the bedroom wall (an exterior wall) and out right behind my computer. Simple!
So today he took what I have since learned is a drill with a special drill bit that expands to something like 12 feet and is in two pieces that connect in the middle, and drilled a hole up from the bedroom into the attic. He stationed me in the attic to watch for the drill emerging at a precise spot. However, no drill emerged and very unhappy sounds suddenly came out of the drill, and he was then unable to drill forward or reverse it backwards.
I was then sent outside in the Nor’easter to see if he had accidentally drilled out through the side of the house. He hadn’t. I was sent to the attic to look “more thoroughly” for the drill tip. I swept legions of dead wasps from the summer out of the way and investigated but no drill, just lots of nails.
Then he (his name is Greg, I might as well use it) made the rather unhappy discovery that the extendable drill had actually separated at the midway point, and while he could remove the bottom section, the top section was embedded in the wall, about 2 feet up.
Greg said a lot of really bad words for awhile, stomped around the house in a ritual pattern, and then decided to screw the drill and sent me back up to the attic with something called “fish tape”. I thought initially it had something to do with fish (I don’t normally do this kind of thing, I’m not as dumb as I’m starting to sound, I have degrees and everything). Instead it was the wire spool that you send down holes.
Greg drilled a hole through the two inches of floor before you get to insulation, then instructed me to feed the fishtape through the hole and (presumably) down through the wall to where he could get it (he measured where this should be). So he sat in the bedroom and listened to the wall for 30 minutes while I fed fishtape down a reluctant wall. After a while I got suspicious, as it was only about 10 feet to the floor downstairs but I had fed at least 15-20. I was told politely to shut up and keep feeding.
After I fed enough to wrap our house several times, Greg came up to take over. He jiggled and joggled and curse and declared it was coiled up on itself somewhere. He then went to pull it out. I assume you can see where this is going.
Yeah, it got stuck too. Greg thinks it could be stuck on an electrical wire I don’t know why) and has now abandoned the fishwire and gone out for awhile. I asked what he would do next and got an answer that I probably shouldn’t type because there’s censors and standards of decency.
So that’s the situation: I have 6 feet of drill bit going up the wall, about 15 feet of fishtape going in some unknown pathway down the wall, both stuck firmly.
I also have no internet and I get the feeling that he’s going to come home talking about either a) some awesome tool that would fix the problem that he must buy or b) ways to boost the wireless signal again. something we spent about a year trying to do unsuccessfully.
I suggested he ask any of several people we know who have more experience with this sort of thing (Greg’s a kind of learn-by-doing type of person, often works out well, sometimes not-so-much).
He was really offended at the suggestion, and when I ventured that maybe if we Googled, someone else would have had the same problem, I was told that I was welcome to Google anything I wanted. I think that the male filter is translating “asking for help” into “admitting I don’t know what I’m doing and made a mistake and should be laughed at and mocked”.
So I’m posting this probably too long description of the problem while he’s out in the hope that among the many geniuses that reside here, there is someone that knows how we could do any of the following:
a) retrieve the drill bit section
b) retrieve the fishtape without burning down the house
c) any other suggestion for just getting me on the damn network.
I could talk now about the other project he’s doing today, involving wiring up some lights that should be working as he tested everything with a multimeter and everything tests fine, but none of the lights light, but I’ll leave it at that. If you have any ideas of how to troubleshoot that further as well, bring it on.
Life in the house is not happy at the moment - Greg is grumpy and probably feeling that he is not fulfiilling his male-husband-father-fixerofthings duties, my ADHD 7-year-old is running around yelling “BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP” ad nauseum and riling up my 3-year-old triplets, who are trying to systematically destroy the house and steal the Halloween candy.
Please help! I need sanity. I need internet more. My good soundcard is in the desktop and I can’t do Singsnap from my laptop. (google it, I’m tired of typing!)
Sorry for the length. Eagerly sitting here hitting refresh and waiting for words of wisdom.
Optimistic thanks in advance,
EmmaJane