When the stupid stops me mid-bitch...

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I went home this morning, tired. Very tired. I got into bed and fell asleep almost immediately. sleep, beautiful sleep. It was wonderful.

Then I woke to the sound of Gavin muttering about something going on, immediately followed by our power cutting out.

Then the noises started. Jackhammering, trucks, guys yelling, you name it. I had been asleep for barely over an hour.

Replacing power poles behind the house. Workers told me to expect power to be out for two hours. Two hours in stagnate air and lots of noise. I called BGE to bitch that they never notified people ahead of time when things like this were happening (not that it would ever do any good, but dammit, I was just woken up and I was in a bitchy mood and I was going to give them a piece of my mind.)

Unfortunately, it's hard to effectively bitch out the electric company when the representative that answers the phone appears to have an intellect rivaling that of a lump of silly putty.

Wait, I think I just insulted silly putty.

I asked her why we never got notices to this thing, it's not like they just pull street names for repairs out of a hat in the morning and send the trucks off based on that, right? (Right?) They have to know in advance. And all she could do was tell me that her computer said that no one was working in my neighborhood. Umkay, well four trucks and a bunch of guys with jackhammers who just cut my power beg to differ. She repeated this a few times.

It got even better when she started offering to send someone out to examine our power lines and determine the cause of the outage. Why is this so difficult? Look, I get it, you don't know, you're a peon who answers the phone, story of my own life. It's not a strike against you, maybe you could ask a manger or something? But I just told you precisely why my power has been cut, why would you send someone to check it out? If you want proof that they're working out there, lemme hang up and take a picture with my camera and send it to you. Piece of pie. Er, cake.

I told her that I know why my power is out, cause of the dudes out back with the noisy stuff doing stuff. She got a little more insistent in her offer to send someone out and look for the cause of the problem, and I gave up and said "Thank you that's okay I can see we're getting nowhere here, have a nice day."

Dammit, all the stoopid took the wind out of a good bitching.

Comments

[darkfiremoon.livejournal.com]

teh stoopid makes me violent on your behalf.

[resident-geek.livejournal.com]

Does the possibility exist that these were not BGE workers?

[fuego.livejournal.com]

Well most of them were non-BGE contractors...but tehy were contracted by BGE, and there was at least one BGE truck there with a BGE employee. So...unless they hijacked a truck and BGE uniform...it was BGE authorized.

[liritsvoice.livejournal.com]

yikes, that was a productive conversation. :-P I'd call back and ask to speak to someone with a brain (a brain not chewed on by zombies, preferably)

[athenamsb.livejournal.com]

Heeheee...I totally would have told her to go ahead and send someone out--and then told those people when they got there why she sent them. Evil, I know, but it would have made me feel better.