Rather than send a traditional letter to the Mayor Anontio Villaraigosa and my local councilwoman I thought I’d blog a little just to be certain that my outrage is warranted.
On Tuesday April 10, 2007 I, and many other residents of Los Angeles, popped our property tax bills into mailboxes or paid those bills online. It stings a little to give up thousands of dollars especially when the local public school has been a bit of a failure for my family, but we’ll talk about that later.
Moving forward to Thursday April 12, 2007, the kids are in school and I’m online working when the wind begins. It’s clearly disruptive as the trees sway and debris is moved down our street but I don’t think much of it until the lights begin to flicker.
And then the lights go out.
And then the sirens begin.
And the fire trucks are out en masse because I recognize the sound of those giant red trucks and I’m sure that many of them are false alarms but I also know that this is going to be a horrible day for traffic so I start planning on how I’m going to pick these kids up.
This is all occurring about noontime Thursday.
I go on with my day, fully expecting the power to be restored, I take the kids to their team sports, we get the home work done before the sun sets and decide to eat out rather than risk spoiling more food than necessary.
Dinner at Sisley was lovely but we’re now $45 into the blackout. Thank you very much.
It was a little hard getting everyone to sleep Thursday night because they were scared, the only sounds of our fair city were car accidents and sirens. I assured them the best I knew how that they were safe and put my children to sleep in my bed.
It wasn’t the day one expects when one lives in the best city in the best country in the world!
Friday came with similar challenges and all along I was calling the DWP to find out when power might be restored.
The DWP had a message that was updated a few times a day but always ended with, “be sure to listen to your local radio stations and watch the local news for more updates.”
Um…. okay. I’ve never worked in Corporate America but friends regale me with anecdotes of upwards failure. Could the DWP have fallen prey to this phenomenon?
Friday passes with me calming my family, both my husband and my children. My husband is absolutely outraged. My husband is calm and kind and not easily stirred. I promise you that when you’re reached the point of the local husbands all being furious, you’re failed on a massive scale.
Saturday rolls around and I put my food in the trash every bit of it is spoiled.
Thank you DWP, next time I’ll just run $100 bills through the paper shredder, it will hurt less.
Mayor Villarigosa, when the power was out for 3 days in the Valley did you notice? Is Los Angeles just too big for one administration to handle? The constant car crashes on the exits of the 101 and 405 freeways scared my children. Even as I calmed them I found alternate routes because those exits scared me too. Where were the police? Why didn’t you care about the Valley? Are you aware that we vote too?
Councilwoman Wendy Gruel, my husband called your office on Saturday. He wanted to know why there were neither lights nor police in my neighborhood. We were disappointed (but not at all suprised to find no one in your office).
And DWP I don’t know where to begin. I called for a status report on my neighborhood and you told me that there were 4-5 trucks in the area. I told you that two trucks contained workers and they were sleeping in their trucks. During the 20 or so minutes you had me on hold those trucks (that hadn’t moved for 3 hours) both rolled into another neighborhood.
Were any of this private industry an outside auditor would be on the scene to try and pinpoint where the miserable failure originated from.
I think it’s mid-life obsety.
This city is big and bloated, my local city congresswoman hasn’t done a thing that I can point a finger at and my mayor never met a camera he didn’t like
I live in Sherman Oaks.
It is clear to me that Sherman Oaks and the entirety of the San Fernando Valley should no longer be a part of Los Angeles.
It’s just no fun being an afterthought.