My day started on the backside of resort town. As I was stepping out of my vehicle a man pulled up and asked if I was there for his place. I told him yes and I followed him to the place. His place was empty. They were just starting to move in. From the looks of his shirt the guy works for the sheriff department. I was here to set up two cable boxes. Once of them was at the old house. So I just activated all the outlets and set up the one box he had. He seemed dissatisfied with the place. He told me that you should not count on what you have until you sign the paper work. He would also complain about things to his wife who must have been at the other place still boxing things up.
My next job was a house to the west. The door was answered by a old retired teacher. The place had a very western feel to it. There was a cactus a wagon wheel and western artwork all over the place. I was here to install a new outlet so he could have Internet in his loft. The job was pretty easy, there was already a cable in the vicinity on the outside of the house. He talked about a cabin he used to own in the mountains and how he used to own a couple other properties in the area. He just got back from Florida. He owns a trailer out there and spends the winter out there. Once I finished the outlet I offered to help him set up the Internet. I went to put in a disk and out popped some porn, Hustler's Barely Legal Slumber Party I believe. He said, "What's that? Where did that come from? How did that get in there?" When the computer came on there was a picture of a naked woman standing in a river as the wallpaper. It looked like it came out of playboy. Her breasts looked not only fake but airbrushed, the way they pointed out vertically. He told me she was a Cherokee standing in the Colorado River. I wasn't sure if this was because her hair was in braids, or maybe that was the caption under the picture when he downloaded it or if this was some sort of excuse, like Native Americans naturally roam naked in rivers and he got the picture out of National Geographic. He then commented on her "rack." I finished the job and left.
My next job was in an apartment complex. There was a Hispanic woman here. She said a tech had been here yesterday a replaced most everything but she was still having problems. I replaced a couple suspicious looking cables and tightened some loose connectors and that seemed to fix the problem.
I then picked up one more job for the morning. This was the same exact place I was at this time last week. This was an apartment complex. There was a young couple with their child who had just moved here from Sand Diego. They were still having problems, I guess I didn't fix it last time. The guy here had already figured out it was the cable to the TV, something had gone bad with it. So I made a new cable and everything was fine.
After lunch I had an install. This was on a very busy street. The door was answered by an Asian guy holding a guitar and a child. He showed me around and as I asked him questions it became apparent that he did not live here. He was watching the place for his brother. So he only knew what his brother told him. I went ahead and got started. The place was empty, they still needed to move in. There was still a dish on the roof from the previous residents, which they wanted to use as well. So I had to hook up two TVs, Internet and phone and not use any of the satellite cables in the process. It turned out to be not as bad as it seemed at first. The guy just played his guitar while I was working, I think he got a new FX pedal and was noodling around with it. Once I had the TV and the Internet hooked up I had to do the phone. Which was looking to be very difficult. The building must have had several different phone lines. Fortunately the couple who were actually living here showed up with a base station and satellite phones, which means I didn't need the house wiring at all. I explained everything to them and left.
My last job of the day was a house near by. There was a middle aged woman here with a much older woman (her mom?) and a dog. Once I entered the dog tried to bite my hand, twice! A was taken aback by this. She said he was nice and scolded him for this and told me where her office was. She was having phone issues. The dog escaped her grasp and came running towards me and tried to bit my hand again. But he was wagging his tail. She pulled the dog out of there and gave him a bone. I went into the basement and found what the problem was. When I walked by the dog he did nothing but chew on the bone. She also asked me to string up a TV in the basement so she could watch TV while working out. As I was leaving the dog tried to bite my hand two more times. He would only go for my hand the whole time. At this point I felt it was game, like keep away. The woman kept apologizing for her dog the whole time. Once finished I went home.