My day started in a townhome complex. A black woman answered the door. She showed me to her bedroom and turned on the TV. I could tell the box wasn't hooked up at all and I told her so. She then told me she wanted me to take her cable boxes, so I downgraded her services and took the boxes. But the TV downstairs was getting poor reception, so I had to figure out what the problem is. I replaced a few things both inside and out, but in the end I think it was the cable to the TV. In her basement she had a reproduction of some historical document from 1887 saying that black people can come to the territory of Kansas and buy land for $5.00 to help make it a state. I guess that is where her family is from.
The next job was in resort town. The guy's HD channels were cutting in and out. I knew right away the problem was behind the wall plates. There was some old connectors and splitters back there that I replaced. Afterwards everything was fine.
Next I headed to a ghetto apartment complex. I was here for an Internet install. But no one was home so I went to the next job.
This was a apartment building for retirees. I was met a the door by a guy in his nineties and a woman he was talking to. She informed me it was his birthday. he told me he hasn't had any cable for two days. I looked around outside and found he had been disconnected by somebody. So I hooked him back up, but his cable box was acting up. So I gave him a new one.
I took a lunch and then headed to my first afternoon job. This was a nice house exactly two blocks south of the New Years party I was at last night. A woman answered the door. She showed me to the bedroom and turned on the TV and everything was working perfectly fine. So I canceled the job.
My next job canceled as well, so I headed to resort town. I was greeted at the door by a woman. It became immediately obvious that she and her roommate were both deaf. She showed me to the TV in the bedroom, she wanted me to have the time display on the front. That was easy. Then she showed me to the TV in the living room. She wrote down that the DVR belonged to some guy who didn't pay his bill and got disconnected. She wanted it on her account, so I obliged.
I then headed to a house right near plastic land. No one was here so I picked up two more jobs. These were both downgrades right near where I live. They were both apartment buildings. When I finished these I was about two blocks from home but it was too early to go home, so I called into dispatch. There was no work to pick up but they had me help some tech way down south. I got to the house before he did. A guy met me at the door and showed me out back. He pointed me towards some phone wires dangling out. I tucked them into a nearby box. When I finished the other tech arrived i told him we were done here and we left.