My first job was at an apartment complex which looks more like a resort town. When I showed up the woman was watering her flowers. She was very nice. She had a poodle, which she said was her first champion. I asked if she did dog competitions. She said she had breed 4 generations and had 9 champions of these poodles. But she doesn't do it anymore because she doesn't have the facilities for it and they developed a lot of health problems. She said she couldn't stomach it any more. I was there to show her how to use her remote and drop a off another box for one of her TV's. But mainly she wanted me to show her how to switch the inputs on her TV so that she could play Nintendo. That made her very happy when I got that running.
Next I headed to a retirement community. There was an older gentleman here, who was having trouble working his TV. I figured it out very quickly. He kept asking me questions but for whatever reason I wasn't feeling very talkative, so I wouldn't say much. As I was leaving I remember one of my fellow workers once telling me about how older people get lonely and will sometimes do something like change the channel and call us in, just for some company.
The next job is in the same complex. This one was a woman, who ever since she was upgraded to a box lost her ability to record with her VCR. So I had to set her up with an A/B switch to toggle between her cable and VCR. Didn't talk to her much.
Next I went back to the resort town. This was a round gentleman. He was wearing a volunteer policeman shirt and spent most of his time on the phone. It sounded like he was buying property in a small town to rent out. He was having problems with some channels, and I had to get behind the wall-plate to fix it, which meant moving a lot of furniture. But eventually I fixed the problem.
I then went to lunch. Parked in my favorite spot and read a little. Then I went to an apartment complex, in a new part of town. I'm not sure why I never noticed this before, but this place looks horrible and wreaks of garbage. Though the smell is probably enhanced due to how hot it's been lately. The door was answered by a black guy who looked like he just got up. He said he didn't live here then went and woke up some other guy. As I was fixing the problem, he said he works the midnight shift. Then he eluded to the fact that he works at Burger King. Admittedly I though of that as sad. I just couldn't imagine working in fast food. Hell I'm worried about getting stuck in my current job. Anyways I finished the job and left.
Next I went to a town-home complex. There was an older gentleman here. I just needed to replace his cable box. He seemed disappointed at first that I was bringing the same box to replace it. But that one didn't work either, so I had to use a different box.
Next I went to a different apartment complex. There was a woman here who just moved here from Boston. She moved here for work, where she is the food buyer for a very large restaurant chain. It seems she didn't know anybody out here when she moved, which I have to say is very bold. It seems kind of scary to move where you don't know anybody. At least when your older it does, because it seems harder to meet new people the older you are. All I had to do was replace the box.
AFter this I picked up another job that was closer to downtown. This was a very nice, recently remodeled, town-home. The gentleman was very nice. I saw some bills to an upcoming play. I assumed he was involved with it but for some reason never bothered to ask. The line going to his unit was really old and crusty and needed to be replaced, so I did that. I made sure everything was working and headed home.