national grid

as i write this at 2 in the morning, national grid is still digging up my street! i called their number at about 1:30, and was immediately told "they are leaving." no, they are not leaving; that's the whole problem. if they were leaving, i wouldn't have been on the phone complaining about them not leaving. and how did this guy on the phone know they are leaving? such confidence. at that point, i opened the window so he could hear the noise. "they will be gone within the half hour" he then said. so, the simple act of my opening the window increased the amount of time it will take them to leave. yes, it's my fault!! if only i hadn't opened the window, they would be gone by now.

these people who answer the phones and speak for these companies...wow. what, did their dad start the company? are they taught not to acknowledge any of the points made by the person making the complaint? of course, they are the only show in town. i'm sorry lenny, but capitalism certainly doesn't cook for me. in fact, with my gas being turned off every day, it cooks even less for me than usual.

this guy also said "they ran into some old pipes." well, wasn't that the whole reason for the work they were doing? if they had ran into new pipes, they wouldn't have had a need to do the job. this is supposed to satisfy me? and if the pipes are old, whose fault is that?

so far, i have seen these workers drinking alcohol, eating pizza at 10:30 at night, watching a baseball game at the park across the street, and even frying up food of their own on a grill!! hey, do i sense my future career or what!

i suppose it is easy for these guys to dig up other people's streets. but, what if after they got home from digging up my street, a group of guys were digging up their streets? i believe they might find that to be a slightly more serious manner. and why is it that because their from a giant corporation, it's ok for them to make noise at all hours of the night? what if i decided to serenade them with a little "who can i turn to?" something tells me that some of these same pussy neighbors of mine who have kept deathly quiet in the face of the grid would have the police on me in no time. the same police, by the way, who have stood guard and hung out with the grid guys for all hours of the night. obviously my making a disturbing the peace complaint won't do much good because the folks in blue are already out there protecting the guys disturbing the peace!

these men are supposedly "keeping me safe." hey, i felt a lot safer, and saner, when i was able to determine the hour when i would go to bed. as if any of these assholes gave a shit about me. fuck, they don't even know me. safety. please.

these same guys put up signs saying their day will last from 7 to 5. more than 9 hours off that closing time. this was explained to tixon to be an "approximation." man, someone ain't too good at the old guessing game. so, it begs the question, what's the point of having a sign at all? if you told someone you would be working till 5, and could meet him at 7, and then showed up seven hours later, after the bar was closed, chances are good that you might not be hanging out with that dude again.

unless of course, that dude supplied your cooking gas and hot water, and there was no other dude in town that supplied those services. then he could fuck you all he wants.

living in america, where getting fucked by corporate america has replaced any notion of citizenship.

if any such notion ever existed.