My first job of the day was an apartment in apratment town. I called the customer to be let into the building but the woman who answered said someone came on Saturday and fixed it. So I cancelled the job. But I couldn't do it with my radio for some reason, like I normally do. I had to call it in.
The next job was a house a little to the east. This house was nice, it actually looked like a scrape-off. A woman answered the door. She was a little flushed. She needed to get her kids ready for school and I was a little early. She asked how long it would take, I told her it hopefully wouldn't take long. She wasn't getting all of her features. I had her show me around but everything I saw looked correct. Then I looked outside and found a cheap amplifier in the system. The woman said that the preivous residents wired the place. I removed it because it looked useless, and everything looked fine. At this point it looked like the problems I was having with my radio everyone else was having, and dispatch was lovingly blaming me for this.
The next job was another trouble call. This was a duplex right on the corner of a busy intersection. The number of the place said it should be on one side of the intersection but it turned out to be on the other side. The door was answered by a woman. She said everything was fine so I could cancel the job.
The next job was another house in the same area. The door was answered by an elderly woman who moved very slowly. The place had a smell about it. It was kind of dark too. It looked like no one else lived here. She had a pitbull named Charlotte, who looked about as old as she did. It wouldn't stop smelling me the whole time. It may have been blind. She was having trouble making her remote work. I think it was on the wrong setting. I changed it and everything was fine. I showed her what was wrong, in case we have this problem in the future.
The next job was a house to the south. The was an install. A woman answered the door. There were three kids here. I got the impression she was watching them, they weren't her's. I was here to replace the cable box with an HD box. She said she had some people out there to put in this HD set up. This was in the basement. There was a nice looking painting down stairs, I wondered if she painted it. I saw right away they didn't leave me any HD connections. I hooked up the HD box and the picture wouldn't fill up the screen properly. I told her this was because of the connecitons, and she needed to call her people back out.
I picked up one more job for the morning. This was a trouble call in an apartment building. The door was answered by a large black man. He showed me to a computer. He told me the problems he had at the install. Then he showed me the problems he was having with his computer. The modem was working fine. There was an error on the computer screen saying that the problem was his ethernet card. I downloaded an update of the software and explained to him what was going on. He admitted that he might get a new computer. He likes to look up porn on the Internet and he got a bunch of spyware and virusus on his computer. Yet he thought it was the modem...
After lunch I went to an apartment building. There was a young woman here, who looked like a skater. There was also an older woman and a child here. I assumed the woman was her mother and the child was her's. But the child belonged to the woman who I guess was a friend. Shw was still very much moving in. It looked like she was moving from another building in the same complex that was being renovated. She was streesed out because she had midterms due today and she was leaving tomorrow for spring break in Mexico. The job was easy. She already had her equipment and even though I was here to set up all three product, she wasn't using the phone. She just had it because it made her overall price cheaper. This made the job easier. At one point I walked in on a conversation where the young woman was talking about how she went to the dentist who said her teeth were decaying. She then referred to an eating disorder she used to receive treatment for (bulemia?) that even though she doesn't do this anymore, it must have finally caught up with her. While working on this job, I called into dispatch again and another system went down at which time I was told to not call in anymore today.
I ended up with just one more job. This was a plcae I had been to before. They are still having Internet problems. This was a square building in the fancy shopping district that has been divided into several units. Last time I was here there was a man who didn't know much about what was going on and kind of watching a child, while he spoke to his friends on the phone the whole time. This time a woman was here. She was watching Oprah and pointed out to me that this episode is for men. I was more interested in finishing this job so I could go home. I tracked some issues down to a line going to a different TV, so I replcaed it. I hope that was the problem.