>wake up for my job as a Finish electrician
>No skin or fluids allowed, have to deposit my balls just to be sure
>ask HQ if we’re doing suburban or long distance today
>suburban.
>Call my mother to say my goodbyes, it sounds like I’m speaking through a blender.
>Phone arc flashes because there’s a transformer a mile away.
>client needs both 3 phase in sync, 2 phase out of sync, and 3 phase high voltage.
>beg him to use variable frequency drives like a normal person.
>he says his motors can’t handle square waves
>drive to 8 different frequency generating stations all isolated away from each other
>run the towers, ensuring none of them enter the arc flash radius
>within 100 meters of the house, the frequencies are so thick I think I hear the electrons screaming
>hard to configure the delta-wye hookup
>short the high voltage to its low voltage opposite since I can’t do a wire track
>suddenly the whole network is rawdogging 3000 volts and infinite amps
>Each tower is now in the flash radius
>one of the frequency generating stations was out of code and we jump to the main grid before the fuse blows
>client dissolves into plasma, good riddance.
>entire national grid dissolves; also good riddance
>for a brief second I see the face of god and I’m shocked to see it looks nothing like Nikolas Tesla
>Edison-sama reincarnates me as a lighting bug for me hubris
>at least we aren’t wire cucks like the US