Ayo, a while back when I was a service tech. I did a service ticket in the "rich part of town" where I live. I arrived at this house that was constructed on cement and woodeb stilts. Which is normal for the area, but it stood out cause the home had dark oak siding and not vinyl like every other home.
So I go to the door and after I go through the run through of why I'm there. Dude who was very enthusiastic, told me,.."let me give you the run down of the home" So he takes me to this kitchen with marble floors. His kitchen looked like a palace with real dark oak cabinetry.
Next he took me to a what I think would be a loft area that was directly behind the kitchen, the whole wall facing the river was nothing but floor to ceiling windows. The carpet was unlike anything I ever seen, it resembled grass, but real good grass, dark grey. His furniture, darker grayish real wood that was shiny ..
He took me to his entertainment room, told me to hit a button. It removed a fucking wall to reveal theater seats and a projection screen. Then to a guys area that he constructed a fucking simulated racer to play racing games on a wall sized screen.
He was so happy to show me all of this, then I noticed, this house is fucking clean. Then that made me look for pics of kids, no kids, then I noticed he made no mention of wife, no wife. And hes so excited to show me his home, no friends.
That's when I realized this dude was lonely, that's when i felt sad for him. Cause the place where the problem was..was a room to the right of the entrance that was 15 ft away from where I entered.
Man they got me at this high maintenance site where the only job is to coon for white people....
Like, maybe I'm exaggerating..... But so far the job duties, and the shit this Uncle Ruckus ass nigga doing ain't matching up....
Homie in his zone though.... He says it's the graviest job he ever had.
I told him my professionalism and customer service is great... But I'm not exactly as high energy as he is..I hope they not used to that....I can only get so excited about work....
ROFL.... The way he tried to process that shit had me rolling
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