I came home today to find that my power was out. Having never really experienced a power outage by myself before, I became quickly terrified at the thought of having to go find the fuse boxes. In my old apartment, I knew where the fuse box was – if I ever needed it, which I never did. But then I realized that a fuse would probably be a wall outlet thing, and not so much an entire-apartment thing. So, before freaking out any further, I decided to call the electric company and see what the deal was. I got an… I’m not done yet.