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I’ve had ppl ask me what kind of “shit” job I had last Monday, either by email, PM, or ICQ. I didn’t know how to answer & I don’t want anyone to think I was ignoring them. I’m not, it’s just…… ok...ok....
A friend asked me if I wanted to help him set up a wired network at a guy’s house he knows. I’m thinking, No, it’s MLK Day & I didn’t have to work & had planned on doing something else. He then mentioned the “M” word. After some back and forth between us & “the guy” we settled on a great deal for us. Job = $$$.
I knew I was in trouble when we walked into the house. Have you ever been in the house that was SO F*CKING dirty that the stink hit you like you ran into a brick wall as you walked in? There was physical evidence as well as sensory input that there were animals living with them. Found out that there were 2 Great Danes, 3 some Sheppard mixes, and 5 cats, hamsters (1 dead in the cage for I don’t know how long), etc… The air was so thick that it seemed like I was “eating it”. I want to mention here, too, that there were dirty baby diapers all over the place: floor, furniture, kitchen counters……
My friend just had back surgery so I the “grunt”. The house had a partial crawl space & basement. I climbed down the stairs to the basement where there were big, healthy living “things” & more dog poop than I have ever seen in my life in one place all at once. I crawled under the house with the Cat5 & other tools where there were frozen dead “things”. I went into auto-pilot mode and stayed there till we were finished.
Got paid, thanked us & we left. I wasn’t talking but I kept mumbling about “finding new friends”, what is the jail time for aggravated assault?.... etc. I was a frozen, dirty, mad woman who likes revenge. Finally turned to my friend & asked him “How can anyone live like that?” His response was, “I picture them as the only living things left on earth after a nuke attack along with the cock roaches”. OK! That’s what I needed & started to laugh.
I couldn’t eat for 4 days b/c EVERYTHING tasted like that house & couldn’t breathe b/c I was breathing that house!
That was my “sh*t” job. I got good $$$ for it. I tried to tone down what it really waslike for everyone’s benefit. Lost 5 pounds. I was getting hungry!
__________________ Simple solutions to your problem are: A Master Reset or you may have to edit the binary information by encrypting the decimals of the dynamic part of the triothonic file..duh who doesnt know that? .... Make sure you dont overclock your multilomoter when you editing the binary files b/c it might reconfigure your harddrive and your q might blowup.
See? Simple solutions.
OMG Geeskster that is awful! You really did tough it out. You could call animal control and let them know...I worry about the baby. That kind of mess can lead to issues.
We used to clean a houses with my mom as teen agers and we used to go to one house that was a teacher i knew and the professor spouse and two kids...it was nasty and not in a good way. there were peach pits stuck on the ceiling crap every where...soo gross.
Well we got fired my friend and i.
Several weeks later....mysteriously a caterer of Chinese food that cooks in your home, a singing telegram, floral delivery, interior designer etc...showed up unannounced.
Had a job like that once...gross! The spider web crawlspace was the best spot. I laid down cardboard to sit on at every jack cause the floor was sticky everywhere! Yuck!
provided she has properly disinfected herself after said job of course :-)
I would be temped to call humane society or child services if kids were there.
Seen a few other drivers that had some nasty trucks. Weeks worth of trash, dirty clothes, urin bottels..etc. Took some 4 days to air out before the mechanics would go near them.