Letters
Letters after the briefing
These are not ratings. They are notes people sent after they had to take our pages into a room that had not been on the night shift.
The feeder map Giorgi drew used our own bay names, including the unofficial one the night crew still says out loud. That single choice meant the neighbouring utility stopped arguing about which breaker we meant.
I asked for a smoother story for the ministry folder. Tamar would not give me one. She left both clock times on the page. The meeting was longer. The minutes, for once, matched the plant.
They came for the pump-pit photographs two days later than I wanted, and by then we had already pumped out the worst of the silt. The briefing still held because the EXIF times on the first phone pictures were intact. I wish they had been faster on the road.
The possession overrun had three offices describing three different blockades. The plate with the kilometre posts ended that. It did not make the delay cheaper.
Nino sat through a four-hour interview with a shift lead who kept apologising. She treated the apologies as noise and the switching order as the record. That was the useful part.
The Thursday feeder and the borrowed clock
A 110 kV feeder serving a stretch of the Adjara coast tripped before dawn. Restoration was complete before most of the town woke. Trouble started later, when a neighbouring operator repeated a restoration time that the municipal log could not defend.
The packet we received had a SCADA extract, a protection flag list, and a logbook with a page that had been rewritten in a steadier hand. Nino asked for the original page. It was in a locker. The original showed a clock change after maintenance, never entered. The briefing printed both times and a photograph of the panel. The neighbouring utility accepted the pages. The municipal crew did not enjoy reading about the locker. They did accept that the next maintenance sheet would include the clock.
Pump pit, silt, and a late visit
A pump station on the city’s lower terrace took floodwater after a night of rain coming off the hills. The operator wanted a reconstruction before a contractor debate. We could not reach the pit until the third day. By then the silt had been moved.
What remained were phone photographs with intact times, a level trace that ended when the instrument drowned, and two operators who remembered the order in which the pumps tripped — and disagreed about the third pump. The briefing stated the disagreement. The contractor meeting used the photographs more than our prose. Soso’s later note, on this page, is fair: the road should have been faster. The file still closed because the first pictures were not deleted.