Success

This blog was originally designed to lampoon our electric company. Many of the entries are taken from actual experiences, history, and just humorous ideas. I put a lot of effort into the graphics and measured my success at how many of my graphics would appear on Google Images when searching for the company's name. It was very successful in the day. About half of the images were mine, all critical of the company. Since that time, the power company has added many pictures to their website or somewhere. I notice my blog logo is still up near the top, however. :)   I can use my fertile imagination to think that some person was in charge of getting more pictures to post to drown me out. But that is probably just sillyness. Perhaps they had to subscribe to one of those companies that protect "reputation" from the likes of me or basically game the Internet search engines to accepting some version of reality. Oh, again, just silliness.

Since the time I began and ended my campaign, the reliability of the power in our subdivision went from abysmal to pretty much perfect. We rarely have an outage and when there is an outage it is fixed rather quickly. My subdivision was my only concern. It was really kind of dangerous to have the unreliable power we had. In addition, it was costly. I lost a refrigerator and a freezer to the surges. I paid for surge protectors and I even bought a generator which is unused. My heat pump also suffered once but it was under warranty. 

I leave the graphics here because... honestly, I think I was fairly clever and my anger was channeled into a better direction. It is a lesson for me to remember. Overall, despite the expenses I incurred, the crappy power company problem experience was positive once the problem was fixed. I do not necessarily think that my efforts had anything to do with the improvement in service, but I have long ago concluded that, indeed, our electric service has improved, probably for the foreseeable future.

Sometimes the crappiness of life makes the good moments all the sweeter. When I was young we moved to New Jersey for about a year. It was an awful experience having a southern dumb sounding accent in part of my first grade year there. I was bullied, not necessarily with violence except on one occasion but with general ostracism. The good things I can remember: the strawberry field behind our trailer park, my mother and I having lunch in a grove of weeping willows, the music class that the whole school attended, and my first experience on a bike without training wheels... these things and many others are all the sweeter because of the dismal daily reality from which they sprung. So thank you TREC... I had never had bad service before and now I appreciate good service. Keep up the good work.

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