Tuesday

My day started at a town-home complex. The man who answered the door was arabic. He began to explain all sorts of problems he's been having. The problem is that everything he listed didn't coincide. Usually if someone is having all sorts of problems it emanates from one thing. But none of this was connected. It didn't help that his TV's were working fine. He was really splitting hairs. One TV he kept complaining about lines and I tried to tell him it was his TV but he wasn't hearing it. I told him I would replace the box, but I only had the larger boxes and he only wanted a smaller one. He also wanted me to fix his phones. I made a phone call and 15 minutes later that was fixed. He was shocked. He said he called at least 6 times and every time he got someone different who would tell him something different. Then I went to check his other TV. Which was working fine. I told him I would replace that one as well, but it was a DVR and he would lose his recordings. So in the end I didn't do anything and left.
The next job was in the fancy shopping district. It was part of a series of town-homes. The door was answered by an old gentleman with a very red eye. He had surgery recently. The place had a lot of fancy artwork. I was there for one TV which was not getting about half of it's channels. I was running through out this house replacing things in order to fix it but it was all to no avail. It finally got a little better. But as I was replacing something I ended up cutting off the signal to that TV completely. The only thing I could figure out is that there must have been a connector in the wall that had come apart as Iw as working. Which would explain the other problems as well. So I explained to the guy that he needed to get an electrician to replace the cable wiring within the wall. He seemed alright with that. But then he wanted to get compensated for the fact that this TV never really worked right for at least 3 years. So he insisted that I stay there while he called customer service. They didn't really budge even though he stuck to his position. Eventually I was able to leave but at this point it was past noon and I still had a morning job left.
The next job was north near the highway. This was a quaint little house. I was met by a kid in the yard who said that his mom was on the way. A woman came out of the house walking like a midget. She didn't look like a midget so much she just moved like the midget in Willow. She showed me the box in her daughter's room and explained the problem. the room had a lot of religious icons. It seems to me that the poor are the most religious. I see little to no religious icons in the houses of the wealthy, but when I am in poor neighborhoods I see them all over the place. I switched out the box and headed on my way.
Next I went to the country club part of town. This was a very modest home, especially for this part of town. There was a nanny here. She let me in and showed me the TV. They weren't getting TBS. I've been hearing this quite a bit since the baseball playoffs have started. After a little while she said she needed to pick up the kid. He goes to school out in the suburbs. So I had her sign the paperwork, in case I was done before she got back. Which turned out to be the case. As I was leaving Iw as afraid to lock the door, she did say to just close it. I hope everything was still there when she got back.
Next I headed to plastic land. The next job was at an apartment. A young woman let me in. She had two dogs a very beautiful Macaw. I knew from the paperwork that I was there to replace the box, so I wasn't there for very long.
The next job was in plasticland as well. The woman who answered the door seemed a little flushed when I showed up. She explained to me the problem and I asked to see the splitter. She then apologized because it's in her garage and that's where she keeps her dogs. The place was a veritable mine field and smelled horrible. She proceeded to clean the place up. She said she wanted to clean it up before I showed up but their car broke down, so she's been dealing with that. I inspected everything and I couldn't find a single problem. So I cancelled the job.
The next job was a motel on prostitute row. I had to ring a doorbell and a round woman with bloodshot eyes came out and let me in. She showed me to her unit and showed me the TV which wasn't working very well. The cable was braided together with another cable coming out of the wall. If I didn't know any better I would have thought they were stealing cable upon seeing this. But when I fixed it, it did not fix the problem. I looked all over to try and find the place where all the units are hooked up. I asked if there was a basement. The basement went the whole length of the building. They kept a kitten in here, that would keep stepping in front of me as I walked. I was constantly weary of stepping on it. I don't know why they purposely kept the cat in here. They had three more cats upstairs in their unit. I replaced a bunch of stuff and cleaned up their TV image.
My last job was closer to where I live. It was a large duplex. I may have been a single house at some point. There was a black woman here with her mother and two kids. One of the kids was a boy of about 6 who spent the whole time running around in his underwear, making unintelligible sounds. I didn't hear the kid say a single word, I wonder if he could even talk. Their TV would periodically go black and white or would lose picture all together, but the sound would remain. I told them it was their TV. Then I went home.