... I hate housework?

... Moving a (floor-to-ceiling, bolted-to-wall) shelving unit in order to clear access to the recess in the wall which holds the heating pump that hasn't been accessed in 16 years. With a deadline of three hours, which is when the plumber arrives (well, no, he actually hasn't yet, but there were three hours until the time he said he'd arrive).

We realise that because of my father's wiring tendencies, the stereo system is actually plugged through a hole cut into the back of the unit (to one side), with the permanent connection to the stereo on one end, and a plug buried somewhere behind three more bolted-to-the-wall shelving units on the other. So we cannot remove the shelving unit without either a) partially disassembling the stereo, which none of us know how to do, or b) removing every bolted-to-wall unit along that wall. Neither of which we have time to do.

My mother, now edging into full-blown panic: We'll disassemble the whole thing! Fetch the screwdrivers!

Me: ... Or we could just turn the unit sideways, like a door? Because the hole with the wires is only on one side, and we could bascially just consider it like a hinge?

My mother: ... Or we could do that. Yes.

So we turned the unit sideways, like a door. And lo, there is access to the panel, and neither the shelf nor the stereo had to be disassembled (though my father, when he gets home, might not be so lucky -_-;).

... Yay pragmatism? Also, common sense. And I dropped a heavy thing on my toe, and if someone panics in my general vicinity once more today I will kill them, and for the love of gods, people, no plumber worth his salt has ever shown up early, we've got time to figure out a sane solution! *snarls*

Also, ow. My toe. Yeah. I hate everyone.