Power Outage Nookie. 1 Slack die -1.
Aug. 26th, 2004 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enthusiastickToday I woke up sometime after 11 AM because my cell phone charger beeped. That event is, in and of itself, not all that strange - periodically I blow a fuse or the outlet just sort of winks, causing the charger to momentarily think its unplugged and beep when the power is restored. But I lay there awake, listening to myself breathing, confused as to what stimuli was keeping me awake. Then I realized it was a distinctive lack of stimuli that had caught my attention. My box fan was no longer humming. Nothing electrical was to be heard in the entire apartment.
A brief investigation uncovered the fact that the problem was not, as in prior power outages this summer, building-wide. So I poked around and opened my most recent piece of mail from ComEd (originally an abbreviation for Commonwealth Edison, the power company.) Turns out this was not, as I suspected, a repeat bill but rather a notice of disconenction due to nonpayment. So.
A little time spent with their customer service representatives revealed that my best course of action was to go to an authorized ComEd payment center and make an immediate payment to have my service restored. This, as it turned out, required cash or check (man, don't we live in an electronic age? I have a credit card FOR EMERGENCIES. Y'know, like this one. Bah.) So I had to call my mother and arrange an emergency bank transfer. $315.25 of my parent's hard-earned cash later I had a receit with an authorization number that allowed me to call ComEd and ask them to please restore my power.
This they have promised to do... sometime between 10 AM and 3 PM tomorrow. I was all psyched for Josh R's visit, and was planning on ushering him into an ice cold apartment (just the way he likes it) to show off our brand-spankin' new AC unit. Instead I am going to walk down to Jewel and buy flashlights so that I am not sitting in the dark for the time between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spreadnparanoia going to work and lassarina getting back from it (and that's assuming that lassarina is willing and able to let me sit around her apartment then. She might have plans.)
I am supposed to be moving out of this apartment in 5 days. I have not packed. I am strangely calm about this disastrous turn of events, as well as the whirlwind that will undoubtedly ensue as I rush to get out in time. Que será, será.
A brief investigation uncovered the fact that the problem was not, as in prior power outages this summer, building-wide. So I poked around and opened my most recent piece of mail from ComEd (originally an abbreviation for Commonwealth Edison, the power company.) Turns out this was not, as I suspected, a repeat bill but rather a notice of disconenction due to nonpayment. So.
A little time spent with their customer service representatives revealed that my best course of action was to go to an authorized ComEd payment center and make an immediate payment to have my service restored. This, as it turned out, required cash or check (man, don't we live in an electronic age? I have a credit card FOR EMERGENCIES. Y'know, like this one. Bah.) So I had to call my mother and arrange an emergency bank transfer. $315.25 of my parent's hard-earned cash later I had a receit with an authorization number that allowed me to call ComEd and ask them to please restore my power.
This they have promised to do... sometime between 10 AM and 3 PM tomorrow. I was all psyched for Josh R's visit, and was planning on ushering him into an ice cold apartment (just the way he likes it) to show off our brand-spankin' new AC unit. Instead I am going to walk down to Jewel and buy flashlights so that I am not sitting in the dark for the time between
spreadnparanoia going to work and lassarina getting back from it (and that's assuming that lassarina is willing and able to let me sit around her apartment then. She might have plans.)I am supposed to be moving out of this apartment in 5 days. I have not packed. I am strangely calm about this disastrous turn of events, as well as the whirlwind that will undoubtedly ensue as I rush to get out in time. Que será, será.
