This morning, I was eating a banana and reading e-mail before getting in the shower and “BAM!” A transformer blew somewhere and my power went out. At least, I think it was a transformer. For all I know, it was an alien spaceship landing on top of my house. Aliens or not, I had more immediate problems: go to work stinky or go to work with a wet head.
When we lost power after Hurricanes Rita and Humberto, going to work unplugged (no makeup, no hair dryer, no flat iron) was no big deal because everybody else looked like crap, too. However, this morning was different. I would be the only person at work who looked like she just crawled out of bed and not in a good way.
So, I took a quick shower before the hot water ran out and put on some makeup sitting at my makeup mirror which I, of course, plugged in even though there was no power. It made sense at the time.
I walked through the kitchen, grabbed a Lean Cuisine and a yogurt out of the refrigerator, walked through the laundry room, opened the door to the garage and stared at my electric garage door. Crap.
“I think there’s supposed to be a rope or something I have to pull,” I thought. “Okay, there it is. The odds of me pulling on that rope and the garage door opening are about a million to one.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. It worked.”
I got in the car, pulled out of the garage and reached for my garage door opener to close the garage door. Crap. I had to actually GET OUT OF MY CAR and close the garage manually. What is this? 1962?!
I drove on to work and the rest of the day has been uneventful. I do have to stop at the grocery store on my way home and buy yams to cook for our Boss’ Day luncheon tomorrow. A word to the wise for my co-workers tomorrow, since I don’t know how long the power was out and my recipe calls for eggs, don’t eat the yams.