
Ever since the wacky looking (so called) light bulbs were first introduced, I've disliked them intensely. CFL stands for Compact Fluorescent Light and is said to be better for the environment. They don't give off nearly the amount of light as Thomas Edison's incandescent bulbs do. While I certainly don't mind less light in certain rooms of the house, I'd like to actually be able to see in my bedroom (and closet), my office/den, and most of all my kitchen. I'm now having to use a magnifying glass in addition to my glasses in order to read a recipe. As it is, I often leave home with mismatched socks or brown tights with a black outfit because I can't see anything in my room. It's beginning to really grate on my nerves.
There are other negative aspects of these bulbs as well. Last year, three of my best lamps quit working, so I hauled them all out to the car and took them to a shop that sells and repairs lamps. The woman had one look at the bulbs and said, "There's your trouble. It's those damned light bulbs and they will eventually ruin all of your lamps." Then she proceeded to put a regular light bulb in. Huh? All three lamps were in perfect working order. I was steaming mad and I'll tell you why. Well first of all, obviously, I wasted an hour of my life on taking those lamps in for repair when they didn't need repair.
They are also supposed to work for like 5 years before they burn out. Big. Fat. Lie. Out of a package of eight of these bulbs, maybe ONE will last that long, but so far we've had to replace most of them after 3 to 6 months. It's just a huge lie there and it really annoys me that our wonderful government is telling us that soon we cannot use anything but these bulbs. I'm calling interference on this play, for sure.
So, last week I was replacing yet another of these bulbs in the living room and accidentally dropped one on the table where it shattered into tiny little shards of glass that seemed to go everywhere. When Mr. Snoots got home from the office I told him about the mess I had to clean up. His reply was "What about the mercury?" Huh? Was I not supposed to know this? My reply was "What mercury?". Presumably, I would have known these bulbs contain a minute amount of mercury if I could see the freaking directions. These bulbs truly suck at shedding a light on anything. I feel like Abe Lincoln when trying to cook, read a recipe, clean, and a number of other activities that need good lighting. It's like living by candlelight and these bulbs are what the government is going to eventually require that we use? PUHLEASE! I can't help but wonder who the genius is that came up with these bulbs. I'd sure like to get my hands around that person's neck.
I was seriously worried about getting mercury poisoning so I did a google search and this is what I found:
What is the proper way to handle a broken CFL?
Open the windows and let the room air out for 15 to 30 minutes, then remove as much material as possible without a vacuum cleaner. Using disposable gloves, scoop the glass onto a piece of cardboard and wipe the area with a wet paper towel. For smaller pieces of glass and powder, use duct tape to pull up the fragments and wash your hands after cleaning up the debris.
Check if your local recycling center has services available for CFL disposal by calling directly or by visiting Earth 911. Plus, as retail giants such as Home Depot and Wal-Mart amp up their CFL offerings, IKEA recycled 156,301 pounds of CFLs in its 2005 fiscal year with its “Free Take Back” recycling program that puts a collection bin in each store. If that wasn’t enough incentive, officials are looking into providing more consumer bonuses for CFL recycling, Leslie says, and they may even add a deposit value much like cans and bottles. Leslie promises: “Over six months to a year, you will see changes.”
Okay. So.... is there any kind of mandate on how thick my freaking glasses can be? I mean, they can only make them so thick. I'm going to have glasses thicker than Imogene Coca had before too long. I can't see 150 feet in front of my face, much less just inches. With this lighting, I have no hopes of it getting any better. I'm certain that I'll be the first person documented to have gone totally blind from the use of said light bulbs. They are, however, making me insane, so commitment to a sanitarium may come first, by way of a straight jacket and a padded cell.
