Seeing the lights come back on at exactly eleven o'clock last night made me wonder if the whole blackout had been planned. It was just too simple and convenient. If they didn't want me to know it was some kind of conspiracy, they shouldn't have had it start at exactly five and end at exactly eleven.
The utility company's only concession to deception was their recorded announcement that my power would be restored by Wednesday at 6:36 pm. I didn't fall for that, though. I knew it was either a ploy or a glitch, neither of which makes PG&E look as if they're acting in the public interest.
I'm just sort of generally bummed about pretty much everything right now. The power outage is behind us, but I don't think it was handled well. Plus, the juice came back just in time to keep me up too late last night, resetting clocks and deleting spam and the like.
Then tonight, just after play had resumed following a long rain delay at Shea Stadium, I got a call from Discover Card for the third night in a row, trying to get me to buy one of their extra services. What a racket. I'm afraid I was just tired enough that I didn't try to be nice to the telemarketer.
I interrupted and raised my voice. When he tried to keep selling, I talked louder. I didn't hang up on him, but I had him so flustered that he accidentally cut us off before he was finished giving me the "if you have any questions" number (which every Discover card holder knows by heart anyway).
If they call me again tomorrow, I'm going to tell them to take their card and wedge it in sideways. All I want at seven o'clock at night is to be left alone. Oh, and to have the lights and TV working. I want that, too, but I don't think it's asking too much. PG&E doesn't give me a refund when it doesn't provide that modest minimal service, so I have every right to moan when I'm deprived of it.