Why use a sauna when you can hang out in an attic?

I did not want to get up today. On the way into work there was a flock of geese strolling down the road blocking traffic.
My first job was a high rise next to one of the nicer parks in town. They were a very old couple. As I was fixing their cable I commented on their rather large classical selection. At which point the gentleman said, my son owns a record store. It turns out that i worked at this tore for a year before I started this job. I recognized the same last name before I started the job, but I thought it was a common enough name to not assume a connection. Anyways we continued to talk about his son and the store. His son used to teach at the High School I that I graduated from, though he left before I transfered there. I knew that already, but what I did not know was that his wife grew up in the same city I did. He said his son was coming over for dinner that night, so I asked him to say hello for me.
Afterwards I stayed in the same area. The next job was a young man in an empty apartment. He said he just moved here from Oklahoma. He has a 6 month internship doing sports reporting for the Associated Press. In the end he tipped me.
My third job was in a different high rise in the same area. There was a baby grand in the lobby, which made me wonder if anyone plays it or if it is just for show. I started to envision some guy in a tux playing on a snowy night, I immediately started to look around the lobby for a fireplace, unfortunately there was none. The problem was the customer's TV. It turned out he is an author, he said he was working on his third novel. Apparently his books are published in England, they haven't caught on in America. he said he was thinking about moving back out there because of this. Apparently he has a couple sons out there.
The fourth job was in a neighborhood, I don't normally work. The apartment smelt vaguely of throw-up, and seeing the pictures of children on the wall, I felt that probably wasn't too far off. The problem was that they were accidentally disconnected, because everything was labeled wrong outside. When I got back in the woman looked to the couch in way to lead my eyes there, where her daughter was now sleeping. As to say, try not to disturb her. But her kid got up and was alert. The rest of the time she just watched me silently, with very curious eyes. She would go to her mom and whisper something if she had something to say.
Afterwards I went to an old couple's house. It looked like the husband was asleep when I knocked. He got up (consequently the wife never got up once while I was there), and let me in. the upstairs looked like a stereotypical grandparents house. Little porcelain figurines and pictures of various critters all over the place (mostly dogs and farm animals). As I headed down to the basement there was a large deer head mounted on the wall of the staircase. In the basement there was a couple more deer heads and a stuffed pheasant. There were various paintings of ducks in flight on the wood-panel walls. He was extremely hard of hearing. I'm pretty sure he didn't hear anything I said, he just sort of nodded as if he heard everything.
On the way to the next job I took a detour through some factories to eat a couple of PB & J sandwiches, when Dinosaur Jr. "The wagon" came on which totally made my day, so I cranked it up and sang along. The next job was at a duplex. This place was absolutely filthy. I could hear her sons playing when I knocked. They had to wake her up, so she answered wearing pajamas. It turns out she works at a factory that makes aluminum pop cans, just outside of town. She works four 12 hour days backed by four days off, oscillating between four weeks of working days and four weeks of working nights.
At this point I was so ahead of schedule it was 1 p.m. and I only had one job left. This last one was a dozy though. The tech who was there the previous day did not check out the inside wiring of the house. It was a nightmare. Apparently the couples son did all the wiring a few years ago. But it was so fucked up I can't honestly believe that it has been working all this time. This job required me drilling a couple holes and spending the better part of the next 4 hours in their attic. Working in attics is very precarious. You have to perched on the cross beams, because the insulation looks like clouds and has the same amount of resilience, so one false move and your through the customer's ceiling. All the while you also have to avoid the hundreds of little nails jutting down like stalactites. As I was finishing up it turned out the husband works for the same company that the last customer I was at, worked for. Though he said he worked for the aeronautical division. He does security, which basically amounts to watching satellites all day and making sure nobody fucks with them. He told me last year they launched a satellite that monitors sea swells, but it also inadvertently tracks submarines as well, since they cause sea swells.