Day Almost 11: No Power. Time For A Meltdown.
A quick update before I get kicked out of this ice-cream shop with free wi-fi.
Seriously, I flipped the fuck out today in my front yard.
I’m at my brother’s house, working from there instead of driving back to a dark house and going in the office. No problem. Got to spend the weekend at a fully functional house and all that business.
I get a call from Centerpoint (our electric provider) letting me know that power has been restored. YAYAYAYAY! I got this call once before last week and it was a false alarm. Surely that wouldn’t happen to me twice, right?
FUCKING WRONGOLA.
I go all the way home- a nice 45 minute drive- to find that no, I still don’t have power. The 10 houses or so on my street are still dark. And I proceed to breakdown in the front yard. At this point, we can’t even turn around and go back to Seth’s because the traffic was INSANE. It took Kristen 2 hours to get home from work and Seth lives farther out then she does. We saw the freeway-turned-parking lot on our way back. Fuck that noise.
I call Centerpoint to say WHAT THE FUCK and find out when I’d be getting my power back. This was my conversation in a nutshell:
ME: wtf rah rah rah I don’t have power rah rah you called me rah rah rah
CP: Can I get your address?
ME: rah rah address
CP: Oh. You still have a blown fuse.
ME: No fucking shit. You told me that the last time I called. You know, after you called me the first time and said we had power back.
CP: Oh.
ME: When are we getting it back? Why do you keep calling and lying to me?
CP: I don’t know. We can’t tell you a time.
ME: Your website says today my zip code would be back up.
CP: The website says that’s just an estimate
ME: RAHRRAHRRAHElfakndfoajrnt;oasekrn ‘;akj
That’s pretty much what happened.
I cried a lot. I called people and cried more. I’m still crying off and on because I’m just so fucking exhausted.
I’m living out of my car with a laundry basket, hair dryer and makeup. I have a house that smells like someone’s asshole died, came back as a zombie ate some brains and then died again. And all I want to do is sleep in my bed with AC and lights.I don’t think that’s so wrong after 11 GOT DAMN DAYS.
Crying in my fat-free frozen yogurt-
Ali
PS: Welcome GuiltySquid. I don’t know how you found me but AWESOME!
You are FUCKING KIDDING ME. They have called you TWICE? Those bastards. Those absolute power hogging BASTARDS.
Mom has no power still, but she’s pissed off. Can’t win the freaking lottery, but she can be in the TWO DAMN percentage of her ENTIRE zip code without so much as a spark.
But then again, Centerpoint isn’t playing with her emotions quite like they are you.
Dude. They suck.
Did I mention they were also bastards? Because I’d hate to leave that out.
Aw hunny. I am so sorry to hear this. You are such a trooper! Hang in there girl.
I totally would be crying in that position too. And probably I’d be kinda stabby, and you’re not.
So you got that goin’ for ya.
It’s going to get better. In the meantime you can always hang at Casa Ding (but not Tuesday a.m. b/c supposedly we’re going off-generator and getting back on the grid — fucking yikes!). Let me know.
“I have a house that smells like someone’s asshole died, came back as a zombie ate some brains and then died again.”
I totally didn’t know if I should laugh at your awesome word-wielding madd skillz here, or if I should cry because that just sounds so terrible. I mean: fuck that’s got to be some bad funk up in there. Any time there are zombies involved that has got to be some heinous, truly otherworldly ass jelly.
Let me know when the power kicks on–I will seriously bring my gloves, mask, and bleach. We will kill that undead stank until it is no longer a threat. Then? Nachos and margs. This is a good plan.
We got our hopes up today too. We got in contact with 3 people we know that live close that got their power back this evening. We came home to see about 5 houses in our corner that still don’t have power including us. Trae called and they use the same excuse of a blown fuse. I’m about to lose it!
I don’t even want to know what that smells like. And I’m totally sorry if you told me about this earlier and I was too full of margarita to register it…
Luz you
I even tried to get Ali her favorite salad, but they were out of that kind of lettuce.
Everything has been coming up Mike and Ali, lately.
I’m sorry I’ve been so out of touch lately that I didn’t even know this until now.
Hang in there, I love you guys.