We are so white-trash* — slackermama . com

So don’t turn off the lights
I don’t wanna be in the dark tonight
- Enrique Iglesias

Today, I was happily working at the computer, doing some design work, reading the latest blog news out there when I heard a knock at the door. Being a closeted, suspicious sort I went to the bedroom window to peak out and see who it might be. I saw a truck from the local power company.

Oh, SHIT.

I run to computer to IM my dear husband and ask him what I should do. No answer. Before I can pick up the cordless phone, the computer goes off, everything goes off. Power is GONE. Cordless doesn’t work, as most cordless phones are. Take away their power source and they get all weird on you. I go down to get my cellphone from the van in the garage. For some reason, while it is charged and says it is dialing the number, I get no connection. ARGH!

We have a power adapter/converter for our cigarette lighter, that lets you plug in the laptop or whatever electronic device you need. So I plug in the cordless phone (because we only have cordless phones in the house. Doesn’t that just figure?) and sit in the van (via a very very long phone cord attaching the cell base to the phone outlet inside) and call my husband.

To say it was a frantic phone call is probably being generous.

K, who handles all our bills and I gladly let him, says he didn’t think the shutoff date was until Thursday. Hello?? Today is WEDNESDAY. Does this *have* to be paid at the very last minute? What the hell! He tried to blame me but that got firewalled right then and there. This was 100% his fault.

Cuz it’s not like we don’t have the money to pay this bill. Sure we do! Not *on* us, of course, but tucked away in the bank. K tries to get me to down to the power company to pay it. I don’t think so. For one thing, our house is on the exact opposite end of town from this place. K, at work, is far closer. But he’d have to walk to his van! But I haven’t showered yet! And, oh yeah, the bathroom has no window so its like midnight in there. Yeah, that sounds like fun. Shower in the dark. But he’d have to drive through rush hour traffic to get back to work and miss valuable time from work! But the van is in the garage which has an electric opener and (yes, I am a giant wuss) I have no idea how to get it open manually.

After some arguing and one spastic fit from yours truly, K agrees to go pay the bill.

And I spent the remainder of the afternoon doing just about the only things one without power *can* do: doing the dishes and reading a book. I’m so freaking power dependant, it’s not even remotely funny.

* To those that might be offended that I liken getting your lights turned off with being white-trash: Let’s face it, most rich people don’t get their electricity shut off. And it isn’t saying anything *bad* necessarily. Just me and my stupid generalizations.

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