A regular occurrence here in Burgerland. In my neck of the thousand French Fry Wood, we regularly lose power due to the fucking trees intersecting with the fucking power lines.
Today we received an unprecedented amount of snow and by unprecedented I mean at least three inches. This would have been nothing, maybe two decades ago, but given the nature of things, we haven't had this much snow in a little bit. Everyone appears to have a kind of collective amnesia about how to deal with the fucking snow. People driving unreasonably slow in snow that they could easily go faster in. People not even attempting to climb hills in cars more than capable of climbing hills.
Between the above and the fact that our State Electrical Company is absolutely useless, leads me to believe I will probably be out of power for at least two days. So now instead of going to work, I get to work at home. But of course, working at home doesn't mean doing work for work. It means doing work at the house. Because now I have to get my generator out. I have to shovel my driveway. I have to shovel my walkway. I have to make sure I don't lose two weeks+ worth of food in the process.
At least daycare was open...
All hail, Burgerland!
Update:
It's incredible, isn't it? Absolutely incredible. In some parts of the country, they bury the power lines. In my neck of the woods, the claim is that the soil is too rocky to bury all the power lines, and that's probably true. And yet they also claim that they're going to be doing trimming and I never see them trim any of the problematic trees that sit within like six feet of the power lines.
A power company made record profits last year. They service like a large portion of New England. Yet, somehow, I still go out of power, like four or five times a year, and in some cases, for more than two days at a time.