My day started in plastic land. My first job was an install. A woman answered the door and said her appointment was not supposed to be for a couple more weeks. Then she left for work, so I pushed the appointment out.
My next job was another install next door. I woke a guy up and he let me in. I was here to install a DVR and the phone. The job was pretty easy since they already had our services. Eventually the wife came downstairs as well. She looked to be pregnant. They already had one kid who left for school. Then I went downstairs I could see they had a little photography studio in the basement. Everything went smooth. Once done I showed them how to work their DVR and the wife got really excited about getting to tape old episodes of House.
The next job I got was in an apartment complex down south. The door was answered by an elderly black woman. She showed me to the bedroom and complained that her DVR made too much noise. You had to get really close to it, but there was a scraping sound. She insisted that it is much worse at night everything is quite and you're trying to sleep. I went ahead and replaced the DVR for her. She felt really bad about the whole thing. I tried to let her know it was no big deal but to no avail.
The next job was in another apartment complex across the street. I just needed to activate an outlet. The woman here had moved the TV from one end of the room to another and had a cord draped across the room. So I activated a different outlet so we could get rid of that wire.
I then had another job in the same complex. There was a young couple here with a kid. Thy were complaining that their DVR wasn't working right. It would turn off and on randomly. So I switched they box out. They were nice. They had just moved here from San Diego. They told me how expensive it was to live out there. The woman looked like she was pregnant again.
I then went to lunch. After lunch I went to a house. Upon entering the house I noticed there were two black teenage males and their mom and every one seemed to be on the phone. The place smelled like marijuana as well. The woman showed me to a bedroom where the EMTA was and the box was dead. So I replaced it.
Then I got a job at a house just off of prostitute row. An older white man answered the door. He showed me out back and said that he was trimming his trees and a branch took out the cable line. So I had to replace it. It was an easy job though, with the trees cut down there was nothing in my way. I checked in with the guy before leaving and when I was stepping out of his place I stumbled and almost fell.
I was then given a job int he same neighborhood. I was let in by a young woman listening to The Offspring. I hadn't heard them in a long time. She said she was in school, I assume she was doing homework or something. I was here to pick up the cable box. The place was pretty sparse, she mentioned they were moving at the end of the month. I then picked up one more job. This was a house that had been converted into apartments. This particular apartment was in the basement. I was let in by a young guy. The place was extremely cluttered. I couldn't turn around without knocking something over. He had a cat which he kept in a cage and it would keep meowing the whole time I was there. Apparently it attacked the last cable guy. He complained about some things, but everything looked fine. The only suspect thing I could find was the line into the apartment itself which I replaced. After a while another guy showed apparently he lived here as well. He looked a bit older than the first guy. He was dressed like he just came from the nearby hospital, he was possibly a nurse. I was surprised that two people could live here. I saw two burners from the stove on and I joked if that was how they heated the place, but they said yes. The thermostat is controlled by the upstairs apartments. So that's the only way they can heat themselves. Once finished I went home.