Day Five Psycho Sensei Held Hostage
Yes, it could be worse. Yes, other people lost their lives. Yes, other people had terrible property damage. Yes, we have a small generator which is better than most have. All these things are true. However, there is a strange psychological and physical process that one goes through when one is without power for so long.
Day Five. Hour 113. Northern Virginia customers still out of power - 50,224. Percentage of total customers: 6.9%. Body Odor - past critical levels. Shower at ex's down the street - priceless.
Well, the hearty band of utility workers are nowhere in sight, but the explosions of last night indicated they were still out there somewhere. When Wes took a walk down our road, he found a physical line break that had been tied to another line, likely the cause of the transformer explosions as it shorted out when power was applied. Are they here to fix it? No. Can we get a human on the telephone to find out about it? No. Are we annoyed? Yes.
The frustration that one goes through when one is in this type of a helpless situation is quite cyclical. It goes from abject rage at the stupidity of the situation, to amusement, generally with a few stops in between for extra gasoline for the generator. It is still spitting fire, but it is also still producing electricity.
Meantime, I'm having terrible problems with MT, and can't get help on it likely because whenever the technical people have time for me, and they go check the server, it's down. Oh cycle of annoyance.
Not to mention that I am supposed to teach Tae Kwon Do this evening, and give a talk to INTA tomorrow. Guess who may not make it? Someone bring my power back PLEASE!!!!