Foreboding clouds to the west

My first job was at an apartment complex so of my coworkers lovingly refer to as "The Projects." The door was answered by a very small man (smaller than my 9 year old little brother), wearing a stained Italian soccer jersey. He had a thick accent, probably African. He said he had figured out the problem and forgot to cancel the appointment.
I then picked up a job from dispatch. This was at another apartment complex. When I showed up a chuck was taken out of the corner of one of the buildings. I'm assuming a car did this. The woman here had to leave when I showed up. She said her child was sick and needed to go to the hospital, so she needed to reschedule. Though this was over the phone, since no one answered the door. She insisted that she was actually there but I never saw her.
I then went on to a job in a retirement community. The woman who answered the door seemed a little young to be living there. It turned out the reason they were not getting phone service was because they had removed the cable that went to their phone and internet, and threw it away. I was extremely frustrated because of this, the woman was extremely embarrassed. I just can't believe that they didn't realize what they were doing.
Next I went to an apartment building that was right on one of the busiest roads in town. The man there was nice he was listening to R & B and had a picture of Janet Jackson on his desktop. Which had me thinking he was gay, but then I saw a book on his coffee-table that had a picture on the cover of two very muscular men holding each on a couch, which convinced me of his sexuality. I had to re-organize the way everything was routed outside and I kept getting shocked. There was electricity back-feeding from somebody's apartment in the building.
My first job of the afternoon was in a new part of town. I usually like this part of town, because you know the wiring is new and supposedly good. But I spent a couple of hours on this job trying to figure out why the phones weren't working. The was home with a couple of her kids, she was very patient over the ordeal. It turned out the previous tech had some of his tools, when he was out there, so she gave them to me. Lookout world I have a new staple-gun! As I was working on this job it started to hail.
The next job was a couple blocks away. A nice old lady answered the door. She kept calling me honey the whole time and touching my arm. In fact she reminds of someone I now, but she is from Albuquerque, so I doubt there is any relation. Anyways everything was working when I got there, she even said that whoever she spoke to on the phone had fixed the problem, so I wasn't sure why I was there. But she mentioned that she knew my bosses boss and had spoke to him personally about the matter. That's always good to know. Anyways, seeing nothing wrong I took off. She said I could come back and say hi anytime I wanted.
As I started to head north to my next job I noticed that the farther I headed north the more hail was on the ground. By the time I got to the next job there was enough of it to look like a fresh blanket of snow. This job was a unit in a series of row homes. No one was home.
I picked up another job even though it was close to closing time. This one wasn't even in my area, but I was well below quota for the day. This was a nice apartment building near one of the nicer parks in town. It turned out that the customer isn't even there but the door was unlocked and she wanted me to go in there a work on the place anyway. I agreed, even-though policy states I should not. I realize that this opens me up to all sorts of liability issues. I guess I'm just trusting (naive?) enough to have some faith in humanity. Anyways as I was waiting for the elevator a cute woman walked up carrying boxes, so I asked her if she was moving. She said she was. I turns out that no only is she moving into my neighborhood but onto my actual block. She got off on her floor and said that perhaps we'll see each other in the neighborhood then. Anyways, it was a very interesting conversation. I finished the job and took off.