So some months ago, we had this little problem with the chest freezer. Seeing how we live in a magic bus, the chest freezer lives outside, right? Well, rain leaked in and created a polar ice cap in the freezer. It was literally two thirds full of ice with chunkc of meat frozen into the center of it.
It took us all fucking day to unfuck it. I still have scars from the heat gun we used to melt the ice, and the freezer has dents in it from the rotary-hammer-power-tool thingie Sunshine used on it.
So, to keep rain from leaking in again, we covered the freezer with a tarp. Problem solved, right?
Nope. Not only was it tacky looking, the tarp was ineffective.
I spent my Thursday wrestling with the freezer. It had ice in it again from rain that had leaked in.
Once I had gotten rid of the ice (with some help from someone who helped me think outside of the heat gun, rotary hammer box)*, I moved the freezer to a new location. Under the awning.
Now I remember why being a stagehand was so hard.
I'm obviously no spring chicken.
So, Dawn, that is what I mean when I say I was wrestling with a freezer.
*2 words: hot water