My Fellow Compadres

I would like to start by saying I really do enjoy my job. I literally don't have anyone staring over my shoulder for 8 hours. And the people I have to deal with, no matter how pleasant or repulsive, only usually last anywhere from a couple of minutes to a few hours. Now unlike some, my coworkers are people I have to either call for help in programming something or other techs for assistance, not a person on the other side of a cubicle. Again for the most part these are civil exchanges. If you don't like the person your dealing with, you can just hang up...oops. I have had some real winners on the other end of the line. One lady liked singing to me while she was doing her part of the work order. Not that I would care, but she really couldn't carry a note even if it had a handle on it. Do you know how hard it is not to laugh at someone that singing at you? I call it long distance karaoke. Then you have the people that wanna talk to you about other weird things while your trying to get a quick fix for the customer that your standing in front of. And then they expect you to answer them back?! "I'm sorry, I was watching soft porn on the customers TV, what did you say again?" Then there is super tech, he is without a doubt the biggest douche(http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=douche) I've ever met! Not only is he a one upper, there isn't anything he hasn't done. He's built house for 17 years, did electrical work for 12 years, tree trimming for 10 years,  in the Navy for 4 years, he ran 6-8 crews at a time on job sites, and still had time to learn/master/& teach small orphan children the art of origami. And he's only 40 years old?! We, as in me, do not call him for ANYTHING at ANYTIME! Then we have my lovable 4' 6" supervisor, this is a man that is in charge of people that do communication work, and has no clue how to talk to people. If you ask him something that has to do with our job, he emails you the info on who to call and ask? Or tell him something is wrong, say at a cell tower site, he has no clue where the location of the site might be. How can you manage people when you really have no clue what the hell they do? Just a funny side note about my boss, we had to order uniforms one time, and he was using his computer and a projector to show us where and how to do the ordering. So this web page is up on the screen and he has already filled it out with his order, ok no big deal till my buddy says, "look at the sizes of his pants." Now this man is short, but his waist was 42" and the length was 28"...now think about this, this man couldn't hug his waist with his own legs (just using this as an example as if this was physically possible). Now the height, not his fault, the fat belly TOTALLY his fault. I'm sure when he comes back from this 2 week vacation he is on, we can expect the pants to be getting let out a size or two. We have another little guy that does the same thing I do just with a different style. He has been known to try and fix most of his problems from his van. There is no way you can fix something 20 ft. in the air from the comforts of your work vehicle. I have seen him do twice the necessary work just so he wouldn't have to climb the ladder. Then someone else usually has to go back and make it right. I would like to compare his work to a florist who is allergic to flowers, ain't much getting accomplished. But don't get me wrong, I have seen him on a pole before, just one arm is wrapped around the cable and the other one is holding the ladder. How you can do any work up there with both hands holding on for dear life is beyond me. As I said before, I really do love my job, it's the little things that make it colorful and interesting.
Well I hope everyone enjoyed whatever it is that you celebrated and to everyone have a safe and happy New Year,
Marc

Hey Whatca Watchin?

I'm writing this today because yesterday I went inside a house and was taken off guard by what I saw. Lets put a little backdrop on this before we just plunge into the weirdness. Pull up to the house at the end of this nice little cul de sac. Side note, here is the definition to cul de sac...A cul-de-sac (literally "butt of the sack" in French) ha ha ha, a well kept yard, nothing really out of the ordinary. I knock on the door and a gentleman probably in his mid 30's answers. After explaining that the trouble is inside, I follow him into the house. As we go through the living room I notice his TV has a soft porn movie playing on it?! Is this normal for anyone else out there? Is this proper TV guest coming in etiquette? I never heard or saw another person the whole time I was there. Hell, he didn't even seem phased by this, and it was still on when I was done about 45 minutes later. Not sure if it was the same movie or not. This in turn brings back a memory for me when I first started working here. I went into a trailer park and where I come from, trailer parks weren't as prevalent as they are here. I step into this wonderful piece of crap trailer and on the nasty cigarette burned couch laid a dirty little man. We exchanged pleasantries and as I start to pass him I noticed he was watching Jerry Springer. And automatically I say "JERRY!!!" and he says, "you like Jerry Springer?" I then start to say "Yes nothing but..." and stop myself before I say something that might really offend this guy. But really, how weird is it to see someone watching something, that is probably gonna happen to them anyways. I mean, this guy looked like he was waiting for his copy of free tickets to be on Jerry Springer. I always enjoy going into the Spanish speaking homes. No matter what the show on their TV is about, it has a half dressed crazy women in it. Never know what they are talking about, but they always seem excited.  Here are some links for examples: http://msnlatino.telemundo.com/ & http://www.univision.com/ Does anyone know how much fun it is trying to set up anything for a customer that has no clue what you're saying and everything they have is programmed in a different language? It's AWESOME!!! Don't believe me, go to an ATM select Spanish, and try to get money out, you might be able to get through it, but it's not easy. Now this example is only for those of you that don't speak Spanish!

And on that note, Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
Marc

Who Crazy? You, Nooooo!!!

When your driving down a driveway and a man walking towards you on that same driveway, stops you and tells you "the house your looking for is the one with the crazy a$$ lady and her blank blank son. You know the trailer on the right." How do you think the job is going to go from there? Well it went even better than I expected. The same gentleman came back down the driveway and went right into the trailer about 10 minutes after our first encounter. I'd say about 45 seconds later out of the trailer he came on a cell phone. Now who he was talking to, I have no clue, but what was he saying...I heard that LOUD and clear. Every other word was a form of a curse word. Now he had variations of these words I have never heard in my life, but some seem to work out ok. Then 6-7 minutes later my customer, the son of the crazy a$$ lady, was home. He too proceeded into the trailer, and he too came out screaming expletives? Maybe she really is crazy?! The last thing I could make out was "you all's just trying to embarrass me and all I want is to get my Internet installed!!!" The whole time this is going on, and I'm trying to do my best to stay focused on my job and not the carnival that's going on out front, but wouldn't you know it a damn rooster is sneaking up behind me and trying to peck the back of my boots. He, the rooster that is, feels that I'm to close to his flock of females. So now my head has to be on a swivel, my work in front of me, a bunch of crazy people to my right and a pecker trying to come around from the rear...lmao, sorry but it's true. So tell me your cubicle job is better than mine, I think not! Now if you haven't figured it out yet, I work for a telecommunications company, and some people still to this day are paranoid about people tapping their lines. I usually get it from the ederly, since they seem to be the last ones with home phones anymore. "I think they tapped my lines, they're listening in on me!" Who are "they" and what valuable information do you have that they need to use some outdated spy like Maxwell Smart type line tapping device? So I usually tell them "they" can now do this from satelites and don't need to risk their men getting so close to the suspect. That always seems raise a little concern with said crazy person. On a different type of crazy, I had a customer once who had a pet deer, see.

                                                                                                                                                                                                             

 

So You Wanna Talk About It, Huh?

People say and do weird things and I understand that's everywhere, but why some feel so comfortable talking about private things with a complete stranger just because they're in their house, is beyond me. I understand telling a bartender your troubles, your usually drunk and don't mind talking. But what about a repairman looks like they can be confided in? First thing that comes to mind is a customer tried starting a conversation with the topic of testicular cancer?! What do you even say to that? Or the lady that was explaining to me about her ex cutting her phone line, slashing her tires, following her around town, and how he's really jealous of her being around other men. "Whoa, wait, what? I'm in your place right now!" Never ever involve yourself in a weird domestic dispute, that was the quickest I've ever fixed anything. Now there is the occasional elderly person that is just lonely and wants someone to talk to. I have no problem with that, just when they seem a little more than eager to wanna pinch, touch, or even rub your back...very creepy, very creepy! "Ma'am, I'm here for a service, not that kind of service!" You know one of them completely ignored that and was still trying to paw all over me lol. Must have had her hearing aid off. You have the people that like to tell you all the things that are going wrong in there lives, "My Mom wants me to move out because I won't pay her rent and says all I do is drugs in here when she's not home." Ok, you look about 37, maybe it is time to move on? Or the guy that was in total disbelief that he was fired for calling out sick too much. "How many days did you call out?" "12 days out of 23 last month." How did he keep his job that long? Then you have the church people, please don't be offend by this term. These are the ones that are going to tell you about God from the minute you walk in the door till the minute you leave. I'm all for what you believe in, but do we really need to cram it down ones throat? An invite to your church or even a pamphlet is fine, but to break out your leather cased bible and start reading it to me like your acting it out, is just slightly overboard. There was the old pervert that liked to go to all the local bar/restaurants and try to friend up with the female waitresses/bartenders so he could get pictures with them. He tried showing them all to me while I was working. He loved Hooter's, imagine that, but he really thought he had a legitimate shot at being with any of these women. The other thing about going to peoples homes, they feel comfortable there, and by all means they should. But if I'm coming in and you know it, put on the proper attire please. Men this means more than just tighty whiteys and a robe that's not tied shut. Women, this means a bra, especially if you are over the 300 lb. mark and are no taller than 5' 3"...you know who you are too!  NEVER is it like the movies on Cinemax, no hot women coming to the door half dressed, just Honey Boo Boo's mother in a nightie.

 I guess it takes all kinds to make this lovely world go round,
Marc

Personal Space Sir...Please!!!

The customer I'm about to write about was not a pain in the butt or anything, just more of a nuisance. He was what I like to call a follower. EVERYTHING I did, he was right there, three inches away. No matter where I walked, he was there. Now just a side note to anyone out there that might need a person to come to your house to fix something, you don't need to follow them! Most of the time they know what they are doing, and you just get in the way. Now I haven't smoked in a little over 3 years, but not this guy. Not only right up my ass, but smoking that damn cigarette right next to me. He was a mechanic that works from home, so his parts, tools, motorcycles, etc...were inside and outside the establishment. And so was a lot of other crap too, reference pic above for example. Once again I get the life story of this guy as I'm TRYING to do my job. And guess what, he's on disability, big surprise. Now this guy had many suggestions on how I could do my job better and more effectively. Why does it seem that these type of people attract or gravitate towards me? He is now fixed and happy, and I'm so glad his women never got out of bed the whole time I was there. Not the mattress you see in the picture, she had her own room, and her own mess. What is it about women and their messes? It's got a different tone to it, kinda like an unnatural feeling. Speaking of women, the other day I had a knick knack fruitcake. If you've ever seen the movie Joe Dirt, when he meets his real parents for the first time, all the clown crap they had. Imagine that but on a much larger crazy person scale. She had little trinkets of the most off the wall crap, nothing seemed to go together except the fact that they were all small. Now why would anyone put up so much stuff that is hard to dust around is beyond me. But to try and tell someone that doesn't care about each and everyone of them is just crazy talk lady. "I'm on a time schedule." I tried that 6 different times throughout the walk thru. I now know more about ceramic shelf shit than I should. I did leave her a phone number to a coworker in case she ever needs anymore help or just someone to talk too...LMAO! He has no clue, and I'm not telling him.
Hope everyone has a safe and Happy Thanksgiving,
Marc

Just A Vent

This post is more of a venting session about my lovely Saturday. The day started off about normal, nothing odd until the first call. I was calling  ahead to make sure someone would be there. Well the customer wants me to diagnose the problem over the phone. Now this is literally impossible to do from 15 miles away, but we try to make all customers feel good about there input no matter how  unrealistic/stupid it might be. I get there and it's an older gentleman. Now everything he says to me is at yelling level. And he explains that he is on oxygen also and can't be off it for too long. Very loudly and very early on a Saturday morning. While he stands there watching me do my thing, he's breathing/snorting like a bulldog looking for a toy stuck under the couch. Like 10 minutes of this breath, snort, yell, I thought he wasn't supposed to be off the oxygen for long?! Once I got done with that my next trouble was another older fellow. He was fine, no trouble with him. Win for me there. Next job was an escalated order from my boss, now these hardly EVER go good, just for the fact that if my boss got it, then someone has called because they are pissed off! But we try to stay positive glass is half full. I get to an old single wide that looks like it got here via tornado, but "Everybody has to live somewhere!" I knock on the door and a guy walks out bare footed and bleeding? Now when I say bleeding, no ER or zombie apocalypse crap, but bleeding enough for a few band aids. His feet were bleeding which were almost at my eye level since he was on the porch and I was on the ground. Not very warm feeling to be around someones dried out, bleeding, needing a pedicure footsies. He was also bleeding from one elbow and both hands. His 2 dogs had just gotten into a fight and he had to break them up. Fair enough. Now his grandson which was probably like 10 was with him. This kid was about 8 inches from EVERYTHING I needed to do. Just an FYI to anyone out there, if a repair person comes to your house, please keep all children out of his or her way. This kid wouldn't shut up either, he asked me everything except how children were conceived. Every once in a while the old man would yell "get the hell out of his way, go play with the dogs!" Wait, you mean the ones that just used you as a chew toy, oh ok? Did make me chuckle a little I won't lie. Now my final customer of the day was fine until after I left. He called me because he couldn't get his laptop to work wireless. No big deal, I can walk him through this over the  phone on my way back to the office. Now the drive from where I was when he called back to my office is around 20 minutes, 20 minutes! I got back to the office, unloaded my stuff from the van to my personal vehicle, took what work stuff I needed into the office, got to my desk and put everything away. At this point it was in the range of 25-30 minutes on the phone with him just trying to explain to him how to plug an Ethernet cord into his laptop then into the modem/router. We never got to the point in which I would have had to explain how to get into his router. Seeing that this was going nowhere anytime fast, I disconnected the call. Wrong thing to do? I think not, people can only laugh for so long before you need to walk away.

Hope you have a great Sunday people, and thanks for listening,
Marc

Dog Gone It!!!

Today's tale or tail is about a certain couple and their pet community. Now this couple is probably in their late 20's to early 30's, and have around 35 dogs. Yes you read 35, and I meant to type 35. Now any other serviceman out there, no matter where you live, has encountered a house that has way too many pets in their home. But where I live you don't have to own a kennel licence if you have more than say 2 or 3 dogs like in some places I've been. With that said, the dogs are all small dogs, nothing over the size of a Pomeranian, and from what I gathered are let out in shifts. Like 7 dogs are let out at a time, then another 7 etc... Almost like jail. Now when I got there I knew they had dogs, just not the amount. All the small dog yapping made me want to scream, imagine what the neighbors think? The house was a mess on the outside with 2 ft high grass next to all fencing, a couple of cars that obviously used for storage at this point. Some old plastic pieces of what might have been a child's play set, old used oil in buckets, rusted tools, you get the point. The trouble was inside, OF COURSE, and when the man of the dog house came to the door, a stink of wet dog slapped the living crap out of my nose once he slung it open. He let me in and apologized for the mess, LOL, and then showed me what I was looking for. Now the linoleum floors only clean spots were where people/animals had made a trail. Everything else was a little bit thicker and had pieces of hair and food (I think) locked into it. Stuff was stacked on top of stuff, and the amount of kennels in this place, you would have thought you were at the humane society. Now there are two desks set up next to each other and you had to take the eastward trail in the house to get to them. But the amount of money these people had spent on their computers REALLY blew my mind. You know you can hire a person to come and clean your place for a lot less than those computers cost, right?! The sad thing is after about 20 minutes in this place I could no longer distinguish good smells from bad smells, and I worry about this young couples future, if you can't smell it on you then you don't know why people are looking at you like that. And then you get a bad outlook on society and do something like get more dogs and blame everyone else. I made up the last part, they might know they stink and just don't care.
Marc

Homo Gawd?!

Today I write about a place that is in our coverage area, it is, shall we say, a campground for just men. When I first started with this company I had heard of weird happenings at this place from other servicemen. Now the older gentleman are very religious and very unhappy with what the patrons of this establishment partake in. Whatever. So on a nice spring morning I got a job and started towards the address. I pull down a gravel driveway heading into the woods, I come to a gate. On the other side of this gate is a small building, a check in booth I guess you would say. Out comes a little fellow with the tightest t-shirt I've ever seen on a person in my life. Once he spoke I knew where I was, the place the elders spoke of. Now I don't give a rat's butt about what people do in their spare time, besides I'm working and I have to be professional. The little fella gives me directions on where to go to meet the person I need to about the trouble. I drive up this long road through the woods to a log cabin on the hill. As I'm pulling up, there is a gentleman wearing Daisy Dukes and a Brawny style button up shirt that is tied in the front at the bottom, with no buttons buttoned. He starts to skip/run out of my way telling that I can park here as he points to where he just was. I park, grab my stuff and start walking towards the door. I have to walk up onto a deck to get to the door, and the Daisy Dukes character is on the deck already speaking to another guest saying "You just don't know how hard I was trying to get you to $#%@ me last night."  I automatically blurted out "SERVICEMAN RIGHT HERE!!!" which I don't know where it came from but it did...lol. I got kind of a weird look from them both but hey, if I have to be professional, I think the same respect is due my way. Well I get inside and another person greets me and says they will get the boss, be right back. All of a sudden from around the corner walks a midget?! Instantly in my head I'm thinking, their efin with me...they gotta be. It was like they were throwing everything at me to see if I would break, but I can take it. Why you might ask, because I find life funny, and till you do some weird freaky deaky stuff I'm not cracking. The problem got fixed and things went more normal after that. But on the drive out you have to pass the pool, now who would have known that men like to sunbath nude... And for those ladies out there that might think this is not a bad thing, this was not your Chip and Dale dancers, it was more like Mario Bros. and Donkey Kong. Now I don't have to work in that area much anymore, but when I did I met some of the workers there that were very nice. Kinda funny, they called me because their main gate wasn't working properly and wanted me to meet the gate guy there. No problem, come to find out, the gate guy was VERY RELIGIOUS and refused to step on the grounds. Now how can you work for a company but refuse to fix a problem, just because of where it's at? I told them to tell him, that he needs only to come to the gate, and that your not inviting him to a pool party!
Have a good day all,
Marc

Wasn't Expecting That!!!

I was talking with my daughter the other day about my job and this blog, when she brought up a customer that I had forgotten about. Thinking about it makes me laugh now, but not so much at the time that it happened. Ok this happened about 5 1/2 years ago, I had only been with my company and in this state for about 6 months and was still getting acclimated with the area. I pull up grab my equipment and go to the house. An older lady comes to the door and explains the problems she's having. I do my regular checking of stuff and find that I need to go inside to figure out the problem. She lets me in, now she is maybe 5' 6" tops, and wearing a zebra pattern robe with what looks like Muppet fur all around the edges, she's on crutches and talking about her needing surgery. We check a few things in the living room...etc. It comes down to that it's probably the jack in the bedroom, so I ask would it be ok if I go in there to check it? "Sure honey feel free to do what you need." I turn the corner to go into the bedroom and that's when my spidey senses started to tingle. I first see hot pink silk sheets on the bed, with more zebra print stuff thrown in. The jack of course is right next to the bed. Now I have to maneuver around a tripod with a video camera, and then there is a computer attached to that, next to the bed. Not a lot of room to move around either, but I make do. I then see an open jar of half used Vaseline on the dresser. This makes me start to shutter when then I noticed older women see through panties hanging off different door knobs. Now I'm a fun person, so once I fixed the problem I had to ask, "what's with all the STUFF ma'am?!" She then had no problem telling about how she does foot fetish and smoking fetish online videos. Guys want her to...you get the idea. But in her living room is pictures of all her grand kids, kids, family. Uhm who else would not like to go to Granny's for Thanksgiving? Look, what people do in their own homes is their business, but could we perhaps clean that stuff up if someone is coming there?
Here's to all the perverts out there that keep Granny in business and still smoking after all these years,
Marc

Halloweirdo

It is the time of the year again where the leaves are changing colors, it's getting darker earlier, and the freaks around here are making up their very own Halloween decorations. Now I'm totally fine with the holiday that starts the seasons off, especially this year, cause my grandson turns one in a few days and it just kind of revitalized my Halloween spirit all together. But riding around and seeing what people are coming up with makes me laugh, like the washing machine on a persons front porch all decked out in orange and purple lights. Now this is probably the closest this particular appliance has had electricity run towards it in I'd say a few years. Still not sure if the scary skull and cross bones blanket covering the trailer windows are for Halloween or are just the most coolest/awesomest curtains they could find. And yes I said blankets, I've seen aluminium foil, trash bags, sleeping bags, and even a piece of cardboard as window treatments. They also like to make haystacks into spiders, which is kinda cool, and it gives the kids a reason to spray paint something. I've seen things hanging from trees that I'm not really sure what they are made of or what they are supposed to be, but we will call them dirty ghosts for now. Then you have a person that doesn't have enough love for a dog to bring them inside, EVER, but finds the time to decorate the dog house/old 55 gallon drum. Or the one guy that dresses up his goats? I really like the houses that incorporate last years Christmas lights, why they are still up no clue, but heck your almost there now...keep'em up. The one place I went to, had so much colorful trash outside I wasn't really sure if it was for the holiday or the people just liked bright things all over their yard. Don't get me started on some of the things I've seen carved into pumpkins...lol rednecks.
Hope everybody has a safe a Happy Halloween,
Marc

Really?!

So today was a crappy day, and of course all the wonderful people in the world seem to need help on these kind of days. The first job I had today was to fix something for a man from New York, and when I'm having a bad morning, the last thing I want is a very talkative person just yapping away in my ear. He is like a few customers in the sense he thinks he knows my job better than I. Now in some cases I would not dispute this, but today, I do. He just keeps talking and telling me what is not happening for him. Now his accent is very thick in that Italian New York style voice, and he just keeps talking. Just for mental picture, imagine Vinnie Barbarino telling you how to do your job. For those that are too young to remember Vinnie, use this link-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJbn7q19WZk&noredirect=1. If I hear someone say "they are just trying to bust my balls" again I'm gonna scream. Basically the customer plugged the wrong thing into the wrong part and it made it not work. Once I was done the customer told me, "good thing your here, I have no clue about these computers." WHAT?! You just lectured me on how to do all this, now you play dumb?But the day is about done, I can look back and laugh at it, but damn, I need these customers later in the day. And on a side note, I leave a card with my work cell number wrote on the back for the customers to call me directly in case they need my assistance again. No biggie, better than getting a repeat and the customer feels like you care...fair enough. I get a call hell I'd say about a year ago from a VERY irate gentleman, asking me "Is this Marc?" Me, "Yes." Him, "who the ____ are you and why are you leaving my wife your number?!" Now why this wife didn't explain to her husband who I was, or the fact that my name was on a business card that has our company logo on it might have been a clue, but he choose not to investigate and instead scream at me.
Please yell at your wife for cheating before you call me,
Marc

Pet Pee'ves

Today I write about something that irritates me more than any other thing I've come across in my profession. Now before I start to rant, I would like to explain that I have seen a many strange things in peoples houses. I've been in houses you could eat off the floor, and houses that I don't even like to walk in with my boots on. I've seen peoples weird hobbies/obsessions, odd art, odd furniture, even odd looking kids in weird objects(whole other story), etc...But my biggest gripe has to be people with indoor animal that don't make them do their business outdoors. Case in point, older lady with a lot of crap in the house, has a few cats and a chihuahua. The dog's name was Little Big Head, but she called it LBH for short?! Well LBH liked a certain phone jack in this house, would have been nice to know this prior to me kneeling down, and he liked to relieve himself on this jack. Well the little guy has one hell of a bladder, or she is REALLY that lazy. My pants at the knee section went to an instant wetness, no semi-soaking, just straight to a cold chill on the knee. After I calmed down from that surprise, I touched the jack. Did you know dog urine will start to become like an industrial strength glue if not cleaned off...now I do! So I asked if it would be ok if I could put the jack higher so that LBH couldn't reach it, after some discussion she agreed. Why there was a discussion is beyond me, but I'm the crazy one!!! One last note I have seen dog poop on a customers living room floor that was white and starting to flake. Wasn't on the direct walking path but it was next to the couch. If the serviceman sees it and he doesn't live there, shouldn't the home owner have seen it too?
Have a better day,
Marc

Everybody Got To Live Somewhere

Today I had an order to put service in at a customers house, no big deal. So I went to where our equipment is and did everything on my side that had to be done. But arriving at the address of the residence, I see an old pull behind camper. There was a dog and a dog house, which frankly look better put together than the camper, a small make shift front porch, and a few beer cans scattered around the porch. I knock on the camper and out comes the most ______ of a women. I'll let you fill in the blank. She wore a robe that her stringy/greasy hair seemed to cling to like velcro. The wonderful aroma of cigarettes and Lysol bellowed out of the small abode, and it kinda made me cough a little. After asking a few questions I kind of surveyed the area and determined that I couldn't do the work until a buried wire was placed. So I went back to explain this to the lovely women in the camper. Who would've known THIS is what was going to set her off?! I was then explained to in great detail about how she is on disability and that she can't live without her phone and that "at any minute she could go into one of her spells!" I don't know when I became a bartender or a psychologist, but people feel the need to tell me things that I shouldn't know about random strangers!!! But after the long feel sorry for me story, I again explained there was nothing I could do to help her at this time. Now don't think I'm a person that doesn't have compassion, but where I live, I would say about 58% of the people are on some sort of disability. Hence the reason I can never get a fully charged www.Hoveround.com/Wheelchairs @ WalMart. The real moral to the story is...every bodies got to live somewhere.

Ok that's my random story for the day,

Marc

Just Put It Anywhere

Here you have a young 20 something male from the Philippines living in a one bedroom apartment. He sleeps on the mattress on the floor. But this space is much more than a bedroom, he has magically turn it into a gaming room /dining room /library /and I think a bathroom to an extent. I was there to fix his internet problem, ok no problem. Now I said it was a one bedroom apartment, but I heard multiple people in that one bedroom, yet no one ever came out. And I think I heard an animal in there too? Whatever, back to my friend, he had just spent a couple hundred dollars on his new PlayStation and wanted to play!!! Now he was explaining to me how many friends he had online and that they were missing his extremely great gaming skills, and that I needed to get him "back in there!" as he said. Now as you can see from the picture above, there are things thrown everywhere, and some of these things had an odor to them. Just a side note, I went back by this place about a month ago and the maintenance men had the apartment GUTTED...and I mean GUTTED, down to studs. But my questions about this certain job are, one is this a better place that he lives in now then from where he came? Two, you have enough ambition to find a ride to a store to buy a PlayStation, yet you can't pick up a thing off your floor? Three, is there even a reason for him to bath, cause I would think you would just get dirty when you sat down ANYWHERE in this place. But the happy ending to the story is it was working when I left. You know when a person says excuse the mess they usually clean up, but just hadn't that day or so...he never said anything about the mess...

Putt Putt

So I am starting this as a way to kinda get things off my chest. I have learned one thing in all my years of being a service tech to the general public, people can dress up and buy expensive things to make themselves look the way they want in public, but you CAN'T hide who you  REALLY are at home! And most of the things I will write about are these things people can't hide, and I find humor in it....so will you, hopefully. Ahh and one other thing, I'm not a very good grammar person.
That said, here is a story of an older gentleman that I had to work at his house about a month ago. Very nice older man, very clean house (that is always a plus!!!). Well we had to go into the basement to check on his trouble. He was explaining some things to me about the problem, when I thought I heard a little putt putt come from his backside. "Nah, he wouldn't do that while I'm RIGHT here." I said to myself, but then a slew of other putt putts followed. Yet he never batted an eye or even looked as if he knew what he was doing. At this point I'm thinking, come on man, you gotta feel it, even if you don't hear it?! About 6 minutes of this went on and I'm fighting back the tears so that I don't laugh. But really, how professional can one be with the other person not playing fair. I tried to find the trouble as fast as I could...15 minutes later and a bombardment of putt putts, I found the trouble. This customer was very happy I fixed his problem, where I was very happy to just leave the basement.
Good Times,
Marc