I'm sick today. Though I never call in sick. It's more of a nuisance than anything else; runny nose, sneezing, the full gambit.
My first job was in what's referred as the "projects" around here. As I was pulling up the customer was leaving. He was a very nice African man. He let me in and said he needed to run his wife somewhere but his daughter is in the other room. I assumed he would be back shortly though it turned out to be about a half hour. I started working on the TV and it turned out that the problem was the VCR it was running through. So after fixing that and finishing my paperwork, I proceeded to sit and wait for him to come back. After about 15 minuets his daughter comes out of her room wearing a towel and what looks like nothing else. Not only that but the towel looks like it's going to fall off at any second. She asked if I was done and said I could've come to get her from her room. I quickly told her what the problem was and had her sign the paperwork. As I was heading to the door her father showed up. I explained to him what the problem was and left.
Next I went to one of the newer areas of town. This was a nice house owned by a nice older couple. They asked me about their internet problems. I quickly diagnosed the problem and proceeded to fix, then they started asking me questions regarding other things and I started to answer those as well.
Afterwards I went to a house that looked new but it may just have recently been stuccoed. The door was answered by a woman who apologized for having just woken up. She said she worked late last night, apparently she is a manager for a downtown restaurant. The backyard was littered with cigarette butts. There was also a weathered, broken basketball hoop as well. Inside was sparse, none of her roommates were to be found. I was just there to replace her remote, so I wasn't there very long.
My next job was near where I live. It was a large house, that's been cut up into apartments. The woman who lived there was nice. I noticed various Grateful Dead paraphernalia around and a Widespread Panic tour poster. She had an old (i.e. not digital) camera with various lenses. This was another easy fix so I wasn't there for long.
After lunch I went to a very nice house. The place was littered with artwork. Mostly pop-art, all contemporary. Shortly after entering from the front door there is a pedestal with three oddly shaped plungers on it. In the basement there was a wicker basket full of femurs. I'm not sure to what animal they belonged (I hope they weren't human). I asked if they were artists, but apparently they are just avid collectors. The husband I believe works for a mortgage company (I'm in the wrong business!). The wife asked me to take off my shoes because some of her carpets are new. So as I was walking through and around the house I wore the husbands pair of crocs (on a side note, I've never worn crocs before and they are really comfortable, but can't they make them look better?). This one took me forever. It turned out to be a bad cable in the wall, which I couldn't really replace so I had to wiggle it just right and hope it doesn't get moved.
Next I went to another new area of town, in fact this is probably the furthest region of my typical area. It looked like I woke up the woman who opened the door. She's obviously still moving in. I was late at this point so I was trying to move quickly. I got the impression she might actually be depressed and not tired. There was bubble wrap taped in some of the windows, perhaps in an attempt to block out some light.
Lastly I went to a house that was probably about half way between the last job and my place. The place was extremely cluttered. The gentleman wanted me to look at his DVR which has been acting weird, but it was fine when I got there. They didn't want to lose some of their recordings, so I cancelled the job. The guy also wanted a new outlet ran to his bedroom, but the place was so cluttered I had to schedule that out a couple days. This made me glad or I would have been there for another hour. But since I got it scheduled out I got to go home basically on time.
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Avid collectors of FEMURS?
Perhaps a piece of art? Wouldn't suprise me, especially after the three plungers on the pedestal.
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