Diary of an up and coming sociopath

About half 12 at work, a sense of combined glee and exasperation swept through the building as all of our terminals spluttered to a halt. Usually this means someone’s tripped over the power cord and they turn on a few seconds later, our work lost forever.

This time, though, they stayed gone. And then the lights went. Then everyone swore. At this point it was almost half 12. Ian and I were considering going for lunch anyway, so that tipped it. We buggered off in search of food, and then searching fruitlessly for copies of Scott Pilgrim (way to miss the bandwagon, James.) While looking for this, we tried to go to Blackwells, but the power was down there too. Not too unusual, since it’s the same building. On the way back, we noticed that almost every building on our block was still dark and powerless.

When we returned to work an hour after we initally left, the power was still gone. It became obvious that this was no ordinary glitch. Word on the street, as I understand it from my sources, is that over 700 buildings were out of the electricity. We hung around at work for a while, I read the last of jPod, but eventually we had no choice but to go home. Well we did have plenty of choice, but no-one felt like hanging around any longer when we didn’t have a definite time for the power to come back.

I’m working from home as best I can, but in practise that means checking my mail with the fan on full blast, my music on full blast, the curtains shut and a nice cold glass of coke.

I have gained new appreciation for Monday.