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So. Did you miss me?
Fuck Dominion. Fuck Comcast. Fuck Dorian. Fuck Alan Willis who would not fucking shut UP about how people were being too impatient about the power coming back "go to the beach" this douche says. THE BEACH DOESN'T NEED ANYMORE TRASH, ASSHOLE. Fuck my HOA. Fucking fuck von fuckity fuck.
I did warn you.
So. I don't know how close Dorian came to Charleston. I do know that about an hour after my past post, I was just about to turn off Live5 because I was tired of hearing about how the coast was gonna lose power and then... we lost power. And it did not come back until 8:40pm Friday evening. Friday was 90+ before you factor in the 'feels like' bullshit. This house is not made for people to open windows and doors to air things out. I might've carted the cat upstairs and taken my chances OR taken my chances by opening my door in my room but uh, not after the last two gigantic spiders found their way into the house via magic or a hell portal or something. One of them had a billion babies no less so yeah, fuck opening the doors to that.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So it's 1:14am and the power is out and clearly not coming back any time soon. I do what I've been told to do and report the outage to Dominion and at the time that I do, there are about 11,000 people in the surrounding areas without power. Remember that number.
Had I known that Dorian was going to be a Cat 3 when sashaying by my neck of the woods, I probably would've grabbed Mom, the cat, and maybe the nephew and run like hell because I don't fuck with Cat 3s or higher. I especially don't when the worst of the storm is going to be overnight and I'll be sitting alone in the dark having to do the very serious please God, don't let a tree fall on me/us prayer. This fucking storm didn't do anything they said it was going to. In the hours before I lost power, they kept going on about how the worst of it would be Thursday morning... and not in the pre-dawn hours. Nope. NOPE. Around 3am, I learned this house DOES whistle when the wind gets high enough. I kept hearing things hitting outside and wondering whether it was just a buncha green acorns or branches or limbs or what. I kinda wish Angel-doof was still around because while she would have absolutely been trying to con her way outside to do her business, she also would've kept me company while I sat here instead of in my room. You see, out back we have a fuckton of trees. And my bedroom is the only one in immediate danger of a tree, as far as I know. So with Widget out at his mother's (where, incidentally, he claims a tree did fall into his room, but he's been known to exagerate) and Mom trying to sleep, I sat down here, cursing the cat for peeing on the couch so I couldn't sit there or possibly sleep there.
Luckily the cat decided to hang out and keep me company, so I read some books I picked up years ago and kept an eye on the cat who was mostly keeping an ear on the storm.
The good thing about being me is that in my quest for Halloween, I have also acquired a fair number of battery operated lights. Sooooo the first night lighting wasn't terrible. Had my flashlight, had the end of the ham & cheese casserole, and had the cat. Just had to hope a tree didn't fall on my head.
Every few hours I'd check Dominion's outage map and watch the number rise. The last I saw, it was 120,000 people. I'd also check to see when the winds were supposed to die down and notice that the times kept shifting. RUDE.
When I'd get brave, or the wind would die down a bit, I'd take my flashlight and peek outside through the glass doors. I only peeked out back once before the sky started to lighten, but out front I noticed that the next door neighbors never did bring their front garden stuff in. Why do I live next to people who don't understand that leaving lumber in the front yard is a dumb idea?
Eventually I ran out of books to read (I finished Nanea's abridged books before getting cracking on my dollar bin books) and I decided fuck it, if I go out because a tree kills me in my sleep, so be it. But also please don't let a tree fall on me.
I woke up a couple of hours later though I don't remember why. I basically did not sleep prior to the hurricane/through the hurricane. I don't recommend this, btw. I peek outside and notice there's a shingle on the wall between the neighbor's garden and our walkway. That's not good. I wait til the wind seems to not be gusting as badly and then carefully go outside to see what I can see. The shingle appears to be from the next door neighbor's roof but the street hasn't flooded even though we're nearly at high tide and you could not read a damn thing about Dorian around here before he hit without them mentioning the combo of high tide and storm surge and mentioning Matthew and Irma and the flooding. Yeah. Charleston didn't flood nearly as much as they feared. Huzzah!
So began the watching the Dominion numbers fall as they restored power to people. At first it was encouraging. And then they stopped counting and switched over to, "By Sunday we expect to have power restored to 95% of our customers." We were one of the last places to get power back during Matthew because they had to fix some clusterfuck, but at least SCE&G kept people in the loop about it. Dominion did not. They were too busy patting themselves on the back for that 95% goal.
Obviously no internet or any hotspots despite Comcast swearing up and down they'd have 'em for the storm. I guess they relied entirely on people not losing power and thus their modems going down. Fun. Not that I could've indulged on my phone, but my Kindle could've let me play. Sigh.
Friday Cass stops by with the baby but can't stay, which means my plan to gossip in her car (sweet, sweet AC) and charge my phone was a bust. And by then I'd made the mistake of using a little of my charge to check Nextdoor. Which is where I ran into Alan from my rant at the start. Someone politely asked a question about the order in which power is restored and he went right the fuck off about how there is no order, there's just going down the lines.
Dude, shut the fuck up. Dominion's been quoted, during the storm, as saying they were restoring power to hospitals and medical facilities first, and then other places. That's a fucking order. Also, SCE&G definitely didn't just go down the line, as the entire reason my neighborhood as a kid was without power for so long was because they didn't want to be seen as giving preferential treatment to the wealthy neighborhood. So we waited forever and a goddamn day. Which was more fun as a kid and also not as miserable because late September/early October is cooler than Labor Day week.
The point is, the question was polite and not without merit. But good ol' Alan goes OFF. And it takes hours/possibly another day before someone pipes up with, "okay, my dude, but what about someone with a medical problem that might require power being restored ASAP" which, again, is a valid point. And again, he goes OFF. It's a good thing he's not in my neighborhood or I'd be in jail for heading over to his house and punching him in the face for being such a jackass.
Don't read his stuff, you say. Mmm. Interesting. Alas, the only other power threads were specifically for other neighborhoods and not mine which meant if I wanted to see if someone knew anything (or if say, the other side of the neighborhood suddenly got power which would mean I was next) I had to check in that thread.
Friday I took my chances and showered before the last of the hotwater could go the way of everything in the freezer and die. Mostly because I'd stay cooler longer if I was soaking wet (so mostly I used warm to cool water outside of hair washing) and also because work was supposed to resume Friday.
Yeah. Before Cass came to visit (she brought a bag of ice for Mom's insulin as ours was melting faster than anticipated) I had her call work to see if they were actually open. Nope, had the "closed for emergency weather" notice. I texted my brother and asked him to let me know if he went by (he lives and works nearby) whether it was open or closed. As of 2pm, it was still very much closed. But by the time I got up for dinner at 6pm, I'd missed two voicemails from the store. I assume. I don't know for sure because while I could see that I had voicemails on my home phone (ah, apps), I couldn't listen to them (wtf) or forward them (wtf!) so I had to call and see what was up.
They were on generator power and I was to report for duty. Yay. I crossed my fingers and hoped for proper AC and went in... though 20 minutes before I got up for work the power came back. Mom was able to use the internet to email me when she got home and then it went back down. Comcast didn't even try to pretend they'd be fixing shit over the weekend, they went from "we'll fix it by 6pm Thursday" to "by 12:41pm, Sept.9!"
That's a big jump, btw.
Sooooo...going in to work was creepy because entire chunks of the city were still without power. The island was pitch black getting on the connector (also dark because the lights were out) and I'm going to guess a lot of places were like work and running on generators. Which is a thing I keep forgetting about hurricanes. The nights are eerily quiet because you don't have as much traffic (even though half the city declined the offer to evacuate) or the hum of electricity and all that brings, but you do have the mind numbing buzz of generators.
As of this morning, chunks of James and Johns Island are still without power. I had people come in just to enjoy the AC.
I think the majority of my annoyance (aside from you, Alan) is because I kept hearing about how the storm wasn't that bad but it was always, always, always from people who didn't lose power at all, or not for more than a few minutes, and who maybe lost internet for awhile but that was it.
Meanwhile, just when I think we escaped mostly unscathed except for the contents of the fridge/freezer, Widget comes down yesterday morning and says I need to see the lines on his ceiling.
YUP. Gotta let the landlady know about this so she can let the HOA know and then we'll see if they do absolutely nothing like they did when I pointed out that I was pretty sure the stains on my ceiling were darker. That was months ago, btw. MONTHS. They never did a damn thing about them. I'm hoping that the fact that this is OBVIOUSLY new and on the heels of a hurricane, not to mention them doing something to the roof a few doors down means they'll actually do something other than...whatever the fuck they did Tuesday afternoon where I thought I was losing my mind because they were making so much noise but I couldn't figure out what in the hell they were actually doing. I'd just started the washer and the dryer and worried for a second they were about to blow up when I realized nope, it's coming from the roof. That was fun.
So yeah. Dorian could've been so much worse here. But since it's the one that actually managed to do damage to my place, fuck everyone acting like it was the best facebook/social media party EVER.
And fuck Alan Willis most of all because he's still at it.
In short: I live but there's possibly roof damage and I must rely on the unreliable HOA to deal with it.
Fuck Dominion. Fuck Comcast. Fuck Dorian. Fuck Alan Willis who would not fucking shut UP about how people were being too impatient about the power coming back "go to the beach" this douche says. THE BEACH DOESN'T NEED ANYMORE TRASH, ASSHOLE. Fuck my HOA. Fucking fuck von fuckity fuck.
I did warn you.
So. I don't know how close Dorian came to Charleston. I do know that about an hour after my past post, I was just about to turn off Live5 because I was tired of hearing about how the coast was gonna lose power and then... we lost power. And it did not come back until 8:40pm Friday evening. Friday was 90+ before you factor in the 'feels like' bullshit. This house is not made for people to open windows and doors to air things out. I might've carted the cat upstairs and taken my chances OR taken my chances by opening my door in my room but uh, not after the last two gigantic spiders found their way into the house via magic or a hell portal or something. One of them had a billion babies no less so yeah, fuck opening the doors to that.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So it's 1:14am and the power is out and clearly not coming back any time soon. I do what I've been told to do and report the outage to Dominion and at the time that I do, there are about 11,000 people in the surrounding areas without power. Remember that number.
Had I known that Dorian was going to be a Cat 3 when sashaying by my neck of the woods, I probably would've grabbed Mom, the cat, and maybe the nephew and run like hell because I don't fuck with Cat 3s or higher. I especially don't when the worst of the storm is going to be overnight and I'll be sitting alone in the dark having to do the very serious please God, don't let a tree fall on me/us prayer. This fucking storm didn't do anything they said it was going to. In the hours before I lost power, they kept going on about how the worst of it would be Thursday morning... and not in the pre-dawn hours. Nope. NOPE. Around 3am, I learned this house DOES whistle when the wind gets high enough. I kept hearing things hitting outside and wondering whether it was just a buncha green acorns or branches or limbs or what. I kinda wish Angel-doof was still around because while she would have absolutely been trying to con her way outside to do her business, she also would've kept me company while I sat here instead of in my room. You see, out back we have a fuckton of trees. And my bedroom is the only one in immediate danger of a tree, as far as I know. So with Widget out at his mother's (where, incidentally, he claims a tree did fall into his room, but he's been known to exagerate) and Mom trying to sleep, I sat down here, cursing the cat for peeing on the couch so I couldn't sit there or possibly sleep there.
Luckily the cat decided to hang out and keep me company, so I read some books I picked up years ago and kept an eye on the cat who was mostly keeping an ear on the storm.
The good thing about being me is that in my quest for Halloween, I have also acquired a fair number of battery operated lights. Sooooo the first night lighting wasn't terrible. Had my flashlight, had the end of the ham & cheese casserole, and had the cat. Just had to hope a tree didn't fall on my head.
Every few hours I'd check Dominion's outage map and watch the number rise. The last I saw, it was 120,000 people. I'd also check to see when the winds were supposed to die down and notice that the times kept shifting. RUDE.
When I'd get brave, or the wind would die down a bit, I'd take my flashlight and peek outside through the glass doors. I only peeked out back once before the sky started to lighten, but out front I noticed that the next door neighbors never did bring their front garden stuff in. Why do I live next to people who don't understand that leaving lumber in the front yard is a dumb idea?
Eventually I ran out of books to read (I finished Nanea's abridged books before getting cracking on my dollar bin books) and I decided fuck it, if I go out because a tree kills me in my sleep, so be it. But also please don't let a tree fall on me.
I woke up a couple of hours later though I don't remember why. I basically did not sleep prior to the hurricane/through the hurricane. I don't recommend this, btw. I peek outside and notice there's a shingle on the wall between the neighbor's garden and our walkway. That's not good. I wait til the wind seems to not be gusting as badly and then carefully go outside to see what I can see. The shingle appears to be from the next door neighbor's roof but the street hasn't flooded even though we're nearly at high tide and you could not read a damn thing about Dorian around here before he hit without them mentioning the combo of high tide and storm surge and mentioning Matthew and Irma and the flooding. Yeah. Charleston didn't flood nearly as much as they feared. Huzzah!
So began the watching the Dominion numbers fall as they restored power to people. At first it was encouraging. And then they stopped counting and switched over to, "By Sunday we expect to have power restored to 95% of our customers." We were one of the last places to get power back during Matthew because they had to fix some clusterfuck, but at least SCE&G kept people in the loop about it. Dominion did not. They were too busy patting themselves on the back for that 95% goal.
Obviously no internet or any hotspots despite Comcast swearing up and down they'd have 'em for the storm. I guess they relied entirely on people not losing power and thus their modems going down. Fun. Not that I could've indulged on my phone, but my Kindle could've let me play. Sigh.
Friday Cass stops by with the baby but can't stay, which means my plan to gossip in her car (sweet, sweet AC) and charge my phone was a bust. And by then I'd made the mistake of using a little of my charge to check Nextdoor. Which is where I ran into Alan from my rant at the start. Someone politely asked a question about the order in which power is restored and he went right the fuck off about how there is no order, there's just going down the lines.
Dude, shut the fuck up. Dominion's been quoted, during the storm, as saying they were restoring power to hospitals and medical facilities first, and then other places. That's a fucking order. Also, SCE&G definitely didn't just go down the line, as the entire reason my neighborhood as a kid was without power for so long was because they didn't want to be seen as giving preferential treatment to the wealthy neighborhood. So we waited forever and a goddamn day. Which was more fun as a kid and also not as miserable because late September/early October is cooler than Labor Day week.
The point is, the question was polite and not without merit. But good ol' Alan goes OFF. And it takes hours/possibly another day before someone pipes up with, "okay, my dude, but what about someone with a medical problem that might require power being restored ASAP" which, again, is a valid point. And again, he goes OFF. It's a good thing he's not in my neighborhood or I'd be in jail for heading over to his house and punching him in the face for being such a jackass.
Don't read his stuff, you say. Mmm. Interesting. Alas, the only other power threads were specifically for other neighborhoods and not mine which meant if I wanted to see if someone knew anything (or if say, the other side of the neighborhood suddenly got power which would mean I was next) I had to check in that thread.
Friday I took my chances and showered before the last of the hotwater could go the way of everything in the freezer and die. Mostly because I'd stay cooler longer if I was soaking wet (so mostly I used warm to cool water outside of hair washing) and also because work was supposed to resume Friday.
Yeah. Before Cass came to visit (she brought a bag of ice for Mom's insulin as ours was melting faster than anticipated) I had her call work to see if they were actually open. Nope, had the "closed for emergency weather" notice. I texted my brother and asked him to let me know if he went by (he lives and works nearby) whether it was open or closed. As of 2pm, it was still very much closed. But by the time I got up for dinner at 6pm, I'd missed two voicemails from the store. I assume. I don't know for sure because while I could see that I had voicemails on my home phone (ah, apps), I couldn't listen to them (wtf) or forward them (wtf!) so I had to call and see what was up.
They were on generator power and I was to report for duty. Yay. I crossed my fingers and hoped for proper AC and went in... though 20 minutes before I got up for work the power came back. Mom was able to use the internet to email me when she got home and then it went back down. Comcast didn't even try to pretend they'd be fixing shit over the weekend, they went from "we'll fix it by 6pm Thursday" to "by 12:41pm, Sept.9!"
That's a big jump, btw.
Sooooo...going in to work was creepy because entire chunks of the city were still without power. The island was pitch black getting on the connector (also dark because the lights were out) and I'm going to guess a lot of places were like work and running on generators. Which is a thing I keep forgetting about hurricanes. The nights are eerily quiet because you don't have as much traffic (even though half the city declined the offer to evacuate) or the hum of electricity and all that brings, but you do have the mind numbing buzz of generators.
As of this morning, chunks of James and Johns Island are still without power. I had people come in just to enjoy the AC.
I think the majority of my annoyance (aside from you, Alan) is because I kept hearing about how the storm wasn't that bad but it was always, always, always from people who didn't lose power at all, or not for more than a few minutes, and who maybe lost internet for awhile but that was it.
Meanwhile, just when I think we escaped mostly unscathed except for the contents of the fridge/freezer, Widget comes down yesterday morning and says I need to see the lines on his ceiling.
YUP. Gotta let the landlady know about this so she can let the HOA know and then we'll see if they do absolutely nothing like they did when I pointed out that I was pretty sure the stains on my ceiling were darker. That was months ago, btw. MONTHS. They never did a damn thing about them. I'm hoping that the fact that this is OBVIOUSLY new and on the heels of a hurricane, not to mention them doing something to the roof a few doors down means they'll actually do something other than...whatever the fuck they did Tuesday afternoon where I thought I was losing my mind because they were making so much noise but I couldn't figure out what in the hell they were actually doing. I'd just started the washer and the dryer and worried for a second they were about to blow up when I realized nope, it's coming from the roof. That was fun.
So yeah. Dorian could've been so much worse here. But since it's the one that actually managed to do damage to my place, fuck everyone acting like it was the best facebook/social media party EVER.
And fuck Alan Willis most of all because he's still at it.
In short: I live but there's possibly roof damage and I must rely on the unreliable HOA to deal with it.