Sidebar: The Battle for Electricity

For some extraordinarily frustrating reason, many otherwise relatively simple tasks proved to be prolonged, draining struggles. The process of getting electricity, for example, took over two years as I faced numerous setbacks as well as resistance on multiple fronts.

The saga began in the spring of 2015, shortly after I'd finalized plans for the house. After some online research and a few phone calls, I learned that I first required two 9-digit work numbers, one each for temporary and permanent service, before any work could begin. I then had to contact a local JCP&L engineer and arrange for a review of the proposed service installation. So far, so good.

A week or two after my call, the engineer came out and determined that the transformer located on one corner of my property (which provides service for a neighbor) was too far from the house; I'd need to have a new transformer installed. And while the transformer and its installation would not cost me anything, for some inexplicable reason I'd have to foot the bill for a 750-foot trench running from one transformer to the other.

However, JCP&L would not install the new transformer until construction on my house had begun because, as the engineer explained, the utility company wouldn't go to the expense of providing service if there was any chance the house was never built. I asked what constituted the point at which they'd agree to install the transformer: would, say, installation of the septic system be sufficient? "Sure," was the reply.

Shortly after the septic system was completed in October 2015, I got in touch with the utility company engineer. "No," was his terse reply to my request to begin the work. He said they needed to see, at minimum, a finished foundation before they'd lift a finger. He adamantly denied having agreed that a completed septic system was sufficient, and refused to discuss the matter further. Since foundation work could not begin until the following spring, I was forced to endure a second winter with no electricity.

And so I patiently waited until the foundation was finished before revisiting the subject of electric service. Although I'd intended to wire the house myself, I was not going to make the connection between the transformer and the main breaker panel, so I began shopping for an electrical contractor. Little did I know this seemingly trivial step would become my biggest challenge.

I burned through six contractors in as many months: half were no-shows, while the rest evidently didn't want to do the work since their bids were outrageously high. Over two grand just to energize a breaker panel? I don't think so. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever find an electrician who didn't think they walked on water. Meanwhile, my life had begun collapsing, and although the house was more than far enough along to suit JCP&L, I no longer had the funds to do the work. Thus I had to endure yet another winter—my third—with no electricity.

Spring 2017 arrived, and I was growing immensely tired of burning through twenty gallons of gasoline a week, not to mention burning through generators—I was on my sixth. Plus, summer was fast approaching, and with it a need for air conditioning (which would increase gas consumption by 50%). Dire necessity gave rise to a crazy idea: could I get temporary service installed at the remote transformer? With some trepidation I called the JCP&L engineer. The phone number no longer worked, and in the process of discovering he'd moved on, I also learned that my work numbers had expired; I had to start the process all over from the beginning.

Armed with new numbers, I tracked down the new engineer, and he came out to the property to review the situation. While he proved to be somewhat more agreeable than his predecessor, I was still faced with that one seemingly insurmountable hurdle: finding an electrician. At a loss as to which way to turn, I paid the township zoning officer a visit to ask for recommendations, even knowing she probably wasn't permitted to do so. Thankfully she was at least able to point me in the right general direction, and after some online searches for honest-sounding reviews, I found a potential candidate.

To my immense relief, he agreed to do the job for a reasonable fee. Even better, when he came to have a look at the property, we spent about a half-hour chatting, and at one point he talked about how he would feed the chipmunks on his deck. It was at that moment I knew I'd found the right person. I've hired every contractor based on how they reacted to my property: if they expressed a genuine love for nature, I'd hire them right then and there. It may sound quite strange, but it's always proven to be exactly the right choice.

However, I'm convinced there's a dark cloud that follows me everywhere. First, I had to postpone everything because one of my cats had taken ill and required costly surgery. No sooner was that resolved but another new roadblock materialized. My contractor has done literally hundreds of jobs like this, yet JCP&L refused to do the work, claiming the trench was not dug properly, adding that it might be 2-3 weeks before they could reschedule the work. My electrician came out to have a look: turns out heavy rains had caused the trench to partially collapse, and he kindly re-dug it at no charge. (We also shared our disgust that JCP&L flunkies don't appear to carry a shovel.)

July became August, and still no electricity. When I called the JCP&L engineer, he immediately passed the buck to their job scheduler. When I finally connected with him after a week of calling, the scheduler expressed confusion: why was there no 750-foot trench along the driveway to the house, he asked? Evidently he was never informed by the engineer that the temporary connection was being done right at the transformer. He was instead working off of the original specs for permanent service drawn up two years prior; he even had the old, outdated work numbers. Consequently, the job got dumped in their WTF bin, and had I not called asking about its status, they would never have bothered to do the work, much less contact me!

It took nearly all of my remaining strength to refrain from going postal on JCP&L. But then, when at last I got a new firm date for the connection work, it poured rain that day, meaning I had to wait another week or two while the work was rescheduled. That dark cloud was hanging over me again—literally, this time.

Yes, I finally got temporary electric service, and my little cabin is now up and running... on a 350-foot extension cord. After what I had to go through to finally get this far, I was too wrung out to celebrate the achievement—particularly since I still face a number of far greater battles.

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