Terrible light fittings

Once at home, I thought finally I could sit down and start assembling the prototype.  Wrong!

When I turn on the lights of my tiny studio, one more light bulb has blown out.  Other light bulbs I might ignore --as a matter of fact I already had three other non-working lights--, but this one I definitely need cause it's the one right on top of my desk!

So I called the building's management to send me some electrician and fix the four light fittings.  I must point out that one of the broken fittings blew out even though I rarely use it, and I had it replaced it when I moved in in January.  They couldn't send me an electrician on the spot, but I was amazed nevertheless that he showed up one hour later, right on the promised time.

I don't know, maybe I look stupid, but whenever these guys come to fix a lighting fixture in my apartment, they come thinking that all I want from them is to swap a light bulb for me.  No!  If I call them it's because it requires some tool I do not have.  In this case, for some reason, the sockets were damaged, not the light bulbs.  This is really strange.  It took two electricians almost 90 minutes to fix the four thingies.  I was very happy though.

After they left, I cleaned up and stuff, then fixed supper real quick, and afterwards I went to buy some more spare light bulbs cause I know they'll blow up again.  When I come back from the convenience store and turn on the lights, boom!  One more light bulb blows.  Fuck.