Today I was back in my usual area. I started at a house. I was greeted at the door more a slow moving old woman. She had a little dog that wouldn't quit barking at me. When I saw her TV it was obvious that the problem was with her TV. It had all these black lines through it. She spent the whole time talking about how her dog had recently had spinal surgery, pointing out its scar on the back.
Next I headed to a building that was like two apartments. A woman answered the door and directed me towards the back saying the line was cut. I went back there and saw that they were doing yard work and cut the line, which should have been buried but never was. They mentioned it was their daughters place and they were doing yard work while visiting. I repaired the line a scheduled a time for someone to come out and bury the line.
Next I headed to a town home in the same area. The door was answered by a immigrant woman, I wasn't exactly sure from where. The place smelled like an Indian restaurant. In the living room there was a large portrait of a military guy, possibly a family member. Upstairs in the bedroom there was a whole bunch of pictures of Jesus Christ. I figured out pretty quickly I needed to replace the box. As I was leaving the woman offered me a diet crush soda.
I then went to a retirement community. The door at this place was answered buy a short black guy who was wearing shades walking with a cane and carried himself in such a manner that I couldn't help but think that this is what gangsters are going to look like when they get this old. He even kept mentioning his escalade. His TV would not come on. He asked me if I was married, which I replied no. He then told me not to. He started talking about how his wife threw a fit that he was paying more attention to sports than to her and she yanked something out of the TV. He mumbled something about how women will even tell you they're into sports, but will still complain if you watch sports. I told him she must of yanked on the plug its self because this TV won't come on. He got really mad, cause the TV was rather new. He started to sing a line from a gospel song but stopped after the first line. Then he got up and walked around on his cane and was mumbling to himself, something about how he tries. Then he thumped his chest, flailed his arm out and formed his hand into a gun much int he same way children do, and pulled the trigger. At this point I wanted to get the hell out, before this guy got any crazier.
It was early enough so I called my first afternoon job. It was in the land of scrape-offs. This was absolutely huge. It looked new. There was a for sale sign up front. The door was answered by a woman in her early twenties who looked like a total snowboarder. She also looked like she just woke up. She pointed me downstairs told it wasn't working and then disappeared. The remote for the downstairs was bigger than two PSP's. It took me at least 15 minutes to figure out how to work the damn thing. There was a bunch of beers some empty, some full. I finally got the thing working, then I went back upstairs and couldn't find anyone, so I gave myself a bit of a tour. There was a room specifically for poker. It had the most elaborate poker table I had ever seen. It was probably worth more than me. Eventually I went upstairs and started shouting hello. Some guy in his early twenties appeared out of nowhere in his boxers, he had obviously just woken up. He signed my paperwork so I could go.
I was still running way early at this point so I decided to actually have a lunch today.
Afterwards I headed to a town-home complex. The door was answered by a big athletic looking black woman with her leg in a brace. She had just had some surgery. I went around replacing all sorts of things but could not fix the problem. I ruled out everything but the box, but when I replaced the box, the new box was acting worse. The problem was obviously with the system. But it took for ever to fix. In the mean time she offered me some lime-ade and told me about herself. She works on trials for new drugs. Which requires a lot of traveling. She told me she used to do physicals for insurance companies on the side. She told me once she went into a guys place the schizophrenic. She said the place was filthy and the guy kept mumbling to himself. When she found out he was schizophrenic she got worried he might be off his meds. She told me another story about a guy who flipped out when she said she needed to take a blood sample.
The next job was in the same retirement complex as the crazy guy from earlier. Their was a woman who couldn't speak, but had one of the little hand held devices that you hold up to your throat and allows one to speak. Her head was in constant movement as well, like a bobble-head doll. She just wanted me to shut off the closed caption on her TV.
My last job was in an apartment complex. There was a Hispanic woman here. She showed me the bad box which I promptly replaced and went home.