"2N" G.E. ballasts will be replacing the older ballasts for the larger T12 bulbs.
T8, T12...the number is the measurement in eighths of an inch wide; T8= 1"...T12=1.5"
First, we isolate the circuit with lockout tagout. I'd thought to look for a second switch, sure enough, was one on the opposite hallway.
LOTO on an installed light switch cover.
Hasp so others can add their lock and tag.
Ballasts were beneath a panel inside the underbelly of the fixture. None were leaking (so far) but many were bad, and incompatible with the new T8 lamps anyways.
Old and Busted.
New Hotness + Means of Disconnect
(Shown plugged for pictoral purpose only)
410.130(G) "Means of Disconnect".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
While chowing pizza and breadsticks, I'd explained "RickRolling" to TT, he actually got a kick out of the song, which we later joked about.
I took the foil from my breadsticks and cut two rectangles from it, each having a tab. I have two fat "L"-shaped flats of thin aluminum foil. Wrapped it up in the coupon material with about four turns, and voila'!
2 nF capacitance!
I think the buttery breadstick grease is a rather good dielectric material! (not really).
2 nF!
From Wikipedia:
A farad is the charge in coulombs which a capacitor will accept for the potential across it to change 1 volt. A coulomb is 1 ampere second. Example: A capacitor with capacitance of 47 nF will increase by 1 volt per second with a 47 nA input current.
The 'farad' should not be confused with the faraday, which is the electric charge carried by one mole of singly charged ions. So don't accuse me of talking about myself all day today.
We returned to relamping and reballasting, singing the Rick Roll song; I'm thinking this isn't such a bad birthday after all!
TT must be intolerant to something in the pizza. It wasn't even 30 minutes since we'd eaten, and he dropped his ass SO BAD in the staircase, I'd almost puked. He was changing the ballast in the staircase on the 1st platform, I was on the 2nd. Even after trying to escape down the hallway, it had creeped another twenty feet inland like an invisible deadly septic Ninja.
Anyways, we'll finish tomorrow. Another day in Candyland.