Gulp. Reminds me of working w/ power line crews on Long Island ( New York City extension…) right after supahstorm ‘Sandy’. Not just the angry gas station customers ( rationed 3 days /week on the basis of the last digit of your license plate no. I think … ), but the excellent money managers, too. Sometimes they were the same people.
Mostly screamers they were, not pistol wavers , but I remember one guy using his Lexus to pin my truck against the curb so he could berate me for not getting to his mansion yet…
Of course, LIPA ( Long Island Power Authority ) like all utility companies I’ve worked for, deploys storm repair crews directly to the ‘better areas’ first, shore side enclaves looking out on Long Island Sound in this case, so as soon as you show up to work you have to immediately deal w/ the worst behaved folks .
It’s only LATER, when it’s thought prudent to allow any remaining resources to dribble down to the places ‘where the ragged people go ’ ( reside ) that some relief may be afforded to the exhausted electrical worker, as in people bringing home-made cookies or plates of food, offering you water & a place to wash up etc. Meanwhile the local cops start rolling by at about 4:00 PM advising/ordering you to pull up stakes & come back in the morning … you don’t wanna’ be around HERE when it gets dark etc.
Well, fair is fair , so we decided to live on the land , staying on duty for 18 -20 hour days like we had done for the hedge funders, meaning we had to dodge cops & take truck naps in alleys or driveways ( foregoing the nightly 60 mile migration to our temporary bivouac area at an abandoned insane asylum where we joined 2,500 other roaming utility hydraulic bucket -style trucks w/ crews …) disturbed only occasionally by cruising gang-banger kids with loud cars who would yell over the rumbling mufflers…‘Hey , John…You guyz wanna’ drink some orange juice… we gotcha’ you guyz some O.J. man …you eat BBQ ?’ And if we gamely peeked out from our crooked prone position draped over our ladders & gear we’d see a couple of neighbors w/ newly purchased hi-viz fluorescent safety vests on, wielding flashlights & directing traffic around our idle truck " Hey ,go back to sleep. We’ll keep an eye on youse & the truck.’ ( Long Island accent )
On the first morning, we were challenged by a plain -clothes minister from an adjacent store front church we were partially blocking, who said , " I know you’re not from around here." Is it my nasal Detroit, Michigan accent says I, trying to be funny. “Nope,” says the reverend. “Normally when the power goes out, we don’t get no utility people back down around in here.”
Priceless pic of Bill & Amy having an interview !!! -John A. Joslin , IBEW Local # 58 ( Detroit, Michigan just South of Canadian borderline )