Hey, I was born and raised in MI too, and I’m bitching up a storm. well maybe not a storm, we already had one of those but you know what I mean.
Meanwhile, I checked back w/consumers late last night and got a recorded message “Our records indicate your power has been restored” so I headed home.
as I traversed the dark street, I thought “gee, this isn’t looking good” sure enough, turn corner, not only are there no lights on in any of the houses, there’s no street light at the corner, and of course, no lights on at my house. I enter my house again, flashlight in hand (after removing yet another ice drenched tree limb from the drive), and call the folks at consumers, hitting the appropriate buttons for ‘report this power outage’.
and I explain what happened. The woman on the other end wanted me to ‘check our circuit breaker inside the house’. whatever for? the entire neighborhood is out. “well, your neighbors may have gone to bed early”.
the street lights aren’t on, either. and this is the country, everyone leaves at least one light on (over the garage or whatever). “we still need you to check your circuit breaker”.
Look. it’s in the basement. and it’s like 40 degrees in here. and dark. and I’m doing all this by flashlight. If I thought for one moment that anyone around here had power and it was only me, I’d be heading down there w/o calling you first. But since it’s obvious to me that even if my own circuit breaker got tripped, the entire fucking neighborhood is out, then, no, I won’t try and go down rickety basement stairs in the cold and dark so that you can check off some fucking little box on some sheet. report our fucking outage ya know???
grrrrrrrr.
when I left there this am, it was 37 in the house. we’re heading for a hotel tonight.