To replace the fuel pump in me pickup, I had to lift the goddamn bed.
Took several hours.
Much gender-coded swearing*, which makes me a Bad Feminist (TM).
Bed is lifted.
Muscles are sore.
This is what feminism looks like.
*Mostly, I said "son-of-a-whore" a lot. I feel bad about this, because I don't want to offend sex workers in any way.
ETA: Replaced the fuel pump. (NICE!)
Then, of course, the goddamn battery is dead. Jumping it now. : /
ETA: Charged the battery. Still wouldn't start. Orcim tells me, "yeah, you might want to reattach that ground wire, dummass." I comply and the thing is now idling in my driveway.