And of course, every time the power came back on, I re-set all the clocks. And re-set them again. And then re-set them. Thank goodness it hasn’t been hot… (Yes, that was facetious. For people reading this not in Los Angeles, it was 94 degrees today. And 90 degrees in my apartment. I have an inside thermometer.)
Worst of all, though, when the power went out in the afternoon, the Chicago Cubs playoff game against their longtime rivals St. Louis had just started and was in the first inning -- and I missed the whole game. (I had no Wi-Fi either, but happily I was able to listen to it on my phone's 4G connection…) And even more happily, they won!
I knew there was little point, but after the third outage had been going for three hours I decided to call DWP. There wasn't much they could tell me about when it would be fixed -- and if it would stay fixed -- but I thought maybe they'd know what was causing the problem. At the very least, at a certain point you just want to vent, no matter how politely, since obviously the person answering the phone has no control on any of this. My favorite part of the call, though, was when I gave her all my location information, she checked her computer and came back to say, "I see you have an outage in your area." Yes, thank you, I'm aware of that...
Anyway, all’s well – until it goes out again.