Galley slave and the wrong head

I pulled the galley apart today, shook all my new storage accoutrements out of their shopping bags, and put it back together. Now, I can actually find something other than tea and beer. I'm very pleased. And much better fed!

Upon inspection, I found I had the wrong type of holding tank. It was meant for a head with a macerator, which requires only a small outlet. My head [toilet] does not have a macerator -- although my head [skull] most certainly has masseters, and they were working today when I realized the mistake. Went to West Marine, made sure they had the right kind, came back, carried the holding tank on my head up to the car, carried the new one back, and I have yet to bring it down because my arms are killing me.