I gave up 15 years of working in corporate America to go on the outside and work as an installer here in South Florida. I install DSL service for the local phone company. I just could not deal with the office politics, boss over the shoulder, trying to stay awake sitting on one place for hours and supervisors expecting me to do work. I was sick and tired of watching ass kissers running around the place laughing at the bosses dry jokes, asking stupid questions in meetings effectively extending the meetings past complete boredom. I was sick of it.

Well now I on the outside. Have no desk to sit at, no bosses over my shoulder, no weekly meetings to attend, no dumb ass jokes to listen to and no retards sitting next to me. Out here it’s just me and the open road which leads me to the homes of some interesting folks. I’ve met them all, but something tells me that might not be final. I’ve met some extremely nasty people (fortunately that have been relatively few), very clean people, hideous looking people, beautiful people, everyday people, celebrities, poor folks, rich folks, women trying to hit on me and men trying to hit on me (yes, I do work in an area with a rather large gay population). Then I’ve had dogs humping my leg, dogs trying to bite my leg, come to face with large hideous iguanas and snakes slithering around backyards.

Then there are the stories. One colleague of mine told me a customer locked him in a downstairs room an told him he could not leave until his DSL was fixed. Another colleague told me that an old lady locked him in her house and told him he could leave unless her computer was up and running. Another installer told me that he went to the house of a male gay customer for an appointment and had to go back a few days later because of a recurring problem. He was pleasantly surprised to enter the home to find the man in a silk robe and a frisky smile on his face. It’s not all bad though. Working on South Beach or Ft. Lauderdale Beach can be rather invigorating, if you know what I mean.