How can one day be filled with so many different emotions? I had a day like that recently. A day that made me so tired, so drained, emotionally and physically that I wanted to just quit.
My day started pretty easy with processing of a new client. I had no reason to anticipate any problems. But I should have know something was up when my source gave me directions to get to the house and instructions on how to get to the entrance.
Hmmm, you say don't go to the front door? Bells ringing in my head but I don't answer. He says "just go around to the side where the deck is and knock on the door." Ok, sounds simple.
I arrive at the house just as the sky begins releasing tiny tears of joy.
If I didn't know better, I would think it was laughing at me.
I don't use an umbrella so I attempted to walk quickly to find the door and gain entry. No such luck.
I am parked in the drive which is on the left of the house. As I look around, I see no deck. I walk past the front door and see brick steps but at the top there is nothing. Someone just removed all the cement and left one big hole. Glad it was still it was light out and I could see. ( It would have been days before they recovered my body in that hole. )
As the sky begins to laugh even harder at my attempts to find an entrance, I have to walk in some tall tear soaked grass and on some very uneven ground. After barely escaping being swallowed by some holes in the landscape, and I use the word landscape loosely, around the corner I see the hidden deck.
Looks so nice and new. Looks are so... deceiving. I can almost smell the pine boards. I struggle over rugged terrain to get to the deck steps and am shocked by what I see. Six steep steps with no handrail, only 2 posts sticking up where the handrail will go one day. As I climb these horribly steep, dangerous steps, I wonder why I am doing this. Surely, there is another more suitable entrance into a home? I guess not. I reach the top of the steps and start to step on the new deck when I realize I have to climb over a big thick board. By this time, I am wet, sweaty, thirsty and a bit unhappy. Finally, I am on the deck and when I look up I see the door is wide open. Hmmm, we have a heat index of 113 at 5pm and the door is open. Please tell me the air conditioning is working. The owner greets me as I walk through their open door. I make an attempt to shake off the tears of joy the sky has dropped on me and try not to fall on my ass as I walk across the slippery brand new hardwood floor.
I feel better now, I feel cold air on my wet arms. Air conditioning... they have air! I am happy now. My happiness is short-lived when I hear..." he's up there, just go up them steps right there." "And be careful, them steps are steep."
POINT THE GUN AND SHOOT ME!
I look in the direction where the lady is pointing and I see about 14 steps, carpet covered steep steps that lead smack into a wall. This of course would indicate that there is a turn in the stairwell and I'm guessing that there are probably another 4 steps to climb once I make the turn.
PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER, DO IT NOW!
And I am wrong...there are 7.
Lucky Seven!
To be continued...
My day started pretty easy with processing of a new client. I had no reason to anticipate any problems. But I should have know something was up when my source gave me directions to get to the house and instructions on how to get to the entrance.
Hmmm, you say don't go to the front door? Bells ringing in my head but I don't answer. He says "just go around to the side where the deck is and knock on the door." Ok, sounds simple.
I arrive at the house just as the sky begins releasing tiny tears of joy.
If I didn't know better, I would think it was laughing at me.
I don't use an umbrella so I attempted to walk quickly to find the door and gain entry. No such luck.
I am parked in the drive which is on the left of the house. As I look around, I see no deck. I walk past the front door and see brick steps but at the top there is nothing. Someone just removed all the cement and left one big hole. Glad it was still it was light out and I could see. ( It would have been days before they recovered my body in that hole. )
As the sky begins to laugh even harder at my attempts to find an entrance, I have to walk in some tall tear soaked grass and on some very uneven ground. After barely escaping being swallowed by some holes in the landscape, and I use the word landscape loosely, around the corner I see the hidden deck.
Looks so nice and new. Looks are so... deceiving. I can almost smell the pine boards. I struggle over rugged terrain to get to the deck steps and am shocked by what I see. Six steep steps with no handrail, only 2 posts sticking up where the handrail will go one day. As I climb these horribly steep, dangerous steps, I wonder why I am doing this. Surely, there is another more suitable entrance into a home? I guess not. I reach the top of the steps and start to step on the new deck when I realize I have to climb over a big thick board. By this time, I am wet, sweaty, thirsty and a bit unhappy. Finally, I am on the deck and when I look up I see the door is wide open. Hmmm, we have a heat index of 113 at 5pm and the door is open. Please tell me the air conditioning is working. The owner greets me as I walk through their open door. I make an attempt to shake off the tears of joy the sky has dropped on me and try not to fall on my ass as I walk across the slippery brand new hardwood floor.
I feel better now, I feel cold air on my wet arms. Air conditioning... they have air! I am happy now. My happiness is short-lived when I hear..." he's up there, just go up them steps right there." "And be careful, them steps are steep."
POINT THE GUN AND SHOOT ME!
I look in the direction where the lady is pointing and I see about 14 steps, carpet covered steep steps that lead smack into a wall. This of course would indicate that there is a turn in the stairwell and I'm guessing that there are probably another 4 steps to climb once I make the turn.
PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER, DO IT NOW!
And I am wrong...there are 7.
Lucky Seven!
To be continued...
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