People who need to enter someone else's home as part of their job (electricians, plumbers, etc.), what is the craziest thing you've seen?

Updated on : December 3, 2021 by Oliver Cooper



People who need to enter someone else's home as part of their job (electricians, plumbers, etc.), what is the craziest thing you've seen?

I was hired to do a job for the royal family portrayed in Kirstie Alley's movie "Family Sins," a story about a family of serial arsonists and child molesters.

Years ago, I was hired to install a 10-foot diameter satellite dish for the Walter Burt family in Cumberland, RI. They had a house on Mendon Road, next to Cumberland, Rhode Island, high school. It should probably say "houses" since they actually owned 3 or 4 of them that were built to provide a common "U" shaped backyard. Walter Burt lived in the main house that faced the main road and his children lived in the surrounding houses. The news lat

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I was hired to do a job for the royal family portrayed in Kirstie Alley's movie "Family Sins," a story about a family of serial arsonists and child molesters.

Years ago, I was hired to install a 10-foot diameter satellite dish for the Walter Burt family in Cumberland, RI. They had a house on Mendon Road, next to Cumberland, Rhode Island, high school. It should probably say "houses" since they actually owned 3 or 4 of them that were built to provide a common "U" shaped backyard. Walter Burt lived in the main house that faced the main road and his children lived in the surrounding houses. The news later referred to their homes as a complex.

Mr. Burt made a living buying and renting apartment houses. He and his wife Frances also had several adopted children. I had lost part of a finger from a hand, a detail that always stuck with me. His wife was a short, unattractive, level-headed woman who seemed to run the house. (He once told me "you don't want to mess with her ...")

During installation, I needed access to the basement to run the patch cables. Walter Burt told me, “I don't want you to go there. Give me the cables and I'll do it. It's a mess and I have a specific way that I want them to run. "Of course, I had no problem with that as it meant less work for me. I gave him the cable and let him do it. During the cable run, A woman walked up the stairs and into the kitchen. She was unkempt and very uncommunicative when I said "Good morning." Hearing my voice, Mr. Burt came up the stairs and quietly told me not to talk to her. explained that she was an adult foster child with mental health issues they were dealing with. Overall,

About a year later, Mr. Burt made the news. He, his wife, and their adult biological children had been arrested. It appears that, over the years, this family had systematically abused the foster children they cared for physically and mentally. Also, Walter had been sexually abusing one of them. The adult woman he had seen was a "slightly retarded" adult woman (in the terminology used in news reports at the time) in her 50s who was locked in a locked room with a cage of proportions in the basement and was never allowed To leave the house. They used their adopted children as free slave labor and pocketed the money the state gave them for their own use.

Walter, Frances, two of her children and her son-in-law were arrested and held without bail. They were convicted in 1994 and served time in prison. Frances Burt, in particular, was ultimately convicted on charges of kidnapping, extortion, arson, sexual assault, racketeering, welfare fraud, and disability fraud. Later, Burt was convicted in 1994. Frances Burt was sentenced to 30 years, with 11 years in prison and 19 years later suspended. She was released in June 2001 and served 19 years of probation. Walter was sentenced to 25 years. His two sons were sentenced to 12 and 6 years. The daughter was released on time. Although all have since been released on parole, some members have violated their terms and were returned to prison.

His property was sold at auction and was bought by the family that originally built the house for less than $ 100,000. Then they donated it to the town. Houses were razed and the Moran Family Park was built on the site.

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In 2004, a made-for-TV movie was released about them starring Kirstie Alley. In the movie, the last name was changed to Geck and the quite homey Frances Burt became very glamorous to Mrs. Alley.

One of his sons (who was not connected / involved in any of this) also wrote an eye-opening book on growing up in this family titled "Atrocity of the Fifth Commandment."

I still shudder when I think about being in the house with these unstable people. The interior of that house and the images of Walter and Frances are as clear in my mind today as they were years ago. God knows what would have happened to me if I had walked into that basement!

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Crime scene cleaning technician here. I've probably seen it all, considering that we normally have to pore over every inch of the house because A) we are looking for evidence B) we are removing / cleaning all the contents of the scene, or C) we are normally working in the bedroom of deceased persons .

Some things are weird, some are insanely cool.

Here are some of the most notable elements;

Penis torture device (similar to this one)

Dead birds stored in Tupperware containers

Countless cats, half of them killed from cannibalizing each other

A whole house full of guitars

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Crime scene cleaning technician here. I've probably seen it all, considering that we normally have to pore over every inch of the house because A) we are looking for evidence B) we are removing / cleaning all the contents of the scene, or C) we are normally working in the bedroom of deceased persons .

Some things are weird, some are insanely cool.

Here are some of the most notable elements;

Penis torture device (similar to this one)

Dead birds stored in Tupperware containers

Countless cats, half of them killed from cannibalizing each other

A whole house full of guitars and images, all signed by famous classic rock groups.

Bagged finger and toe nail clippings

Years of masturbation tissues worn by the bed. The pile went from wall to wall, almost to the ceiling.

A 150-200 year old wooden clock that still worked. It was hand carved and so beautiful

A staff made from a weiner bull

Cartoon of a man cutting off his penis

Many books about God

Satanic altars

Lots of makeup and feminine lingerie, shoes and clothes hidden by the grandparents. Their families had no idea

Over 30 Empty Viagra Bottles In A 97-Year-Old House (Get It, Grandpa!)

Bloody dildo

Voodoo dolls

Tooth bags

Used syringes

Bloody weiner print

Ridiculous amounts of dog poop

Really cool old guns

Nasty fridges

Cool old board games

Old cameras

This mirror

Bullets that lodged in the wall after exiting the skull.

This strange Asian watch

Naked Polaroids

Many drugs

Swords

Pictures that look like my employees, hehehe

& last but not least…

This kitten ... that I took home when I found him hungry, full of fleas, had ringworm and a chest infection. It was around 3.5 weeks. I bottle fed him for weeks and had to keep him on antibiotics for a month. On the left, he was 5 weeks old. On the right, he is 5 months old.

EDIT: DEATH IS A REALITY OF LIFE. YOU WILL DIE. I WILL DIE. YOUR DOG WILL DIE. IT IS NOT A SECRET. INSTEAD OF GOING THROUGH YOUR LIFE SEEKING TO DISPARATE PEOPLE WITH OPPOSING VEIWPOINTS, TRY TO BE MORE OPEN. WHETHER YOU AGREE OR NOT, YOU WILL GET KNOWLEDGE ABOUT TABOO SUBJECTS BY READING PUBLICATIONS LIKE MYS. NOBODY TALKS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS ON EARTH AFTER YOU DIE. WE NEED BECAUSE, LIKE IT OR NOT, ITS REALITY. I UNDERSTAND THAT THOSE WHO MAKE NEGATIVE COMMENTS ARE LIKELY THE MOST AFRAID OF DEATH.

Also, if you noticed, some descriptions do not have photos. That's because there was no permission to use the photo or there were identifiable objects in the background.

I climbed the stairs to the third floor, which looked like an attic, which smelled like the people in this old house must have had a serious rat infestation. What I saw was an old man wearing nothing but boxer shorts sitting at a desk working on graphics. Around him were dozens of chinchilla cages. Obviously, he was raising them.

I was not a computer specialist, but I received a desperate call from a colleague for help with his computer. When I arrived, there were two pictures of naked women on his home screen. He had evidently been browsing porn sites that managed to get the images there. I wanted the photos to be

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I climbed the stairs to the third floor, which looked like an attic, which smelled like the people in this old house must have had a serious rat infestation. What I saw was an old man wearing nothing but boxer shorts sitting at a desk working on graphics. Around him were dozens of chinchilla cages. Obviously, he was raising them.

I was not a computer specialist, but I received a desperate call from a colleague for help with his computer. When I arrived, there were two pictures of naked women on his home screen. He had evidently been browsing porn sites that managed to get the images there. He wanted the photos to disappear before his wife got home. I did it with ten minutes to spare.

A house did not have a kitchen. There were chunks of pipes sticking out from the floor mostly missing and there were no countertops or appliances. The wife told me that the husband had started to remodel the kitchen two years ago.

In another house, I happened to look at the computer screen. It showed a naked man and woman. The man he was shaved "down there" had a solid erection. Then it occurred to me that 1) the image was of the same man I was working for and 2) the monitor was tilted so that I was sure to see it.

In all cases, I was courteous and made sure not to fall for cheating, like being invited to participate in some kind of three-way sex, although sometimes I think I might have enjoyed it if it had happened.

Oh right, I almost forgot. There was a time when I was called in to install a stovepipe for an old pot belly stove. Later, the two young women who rented the house invited me to stay for dinner. Contrary to my generally professional self, I accepted the invitation. It was a pleasant meal and conversation. Then without saying a word of warning. the two girls stripped off their clothes and walked completely naked into their backyard. The sun was setting but the afternoon was still warm. I had no idea if it was an invitation or just what. He had assumed the two women were lesbians. Not knowing what else to do, I washed the dishes. Looking out the window, I could see the two of them talking and sitting in armchairs. When I finished, I thought I could pick up my tools and leave in silence. One of the girls came back, grabbed my wrist, and led me into the backyard. The rest, as they say, is history :)

As a former apartment contractor and maintainer, you could answer this many times over. But, if I had to choose the "craziest" thing I've ever seen when entering someone else's home, one would stand out above the others.

As a maintenance manager for a 24-unit apartment complex, one of my duties was to change the air conditioning filters once a month. I would give the tenant a 24 hour notice by hanging a note on their door and then call before entering the next day.

I once knocked on a door and an 8-year-old boy answered. It was Saturday morning and he let me in. He proceeded to drop back into the

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As a former apartment contractor and maintainer, you could answer this many times over. But, if I had to choose the "craziest" thing I've ever seen when entering someone else's home, one would stand out above the others.

As a maintenance manager for a 24-unit apartment complex, one of my duties was to change the air conditioning filters once a month. I would give the tenant a 24 hour notice by hanging a note on their door and then call before entering the next day.

I once knocked on a door and an 8-year-old boy answered. It was Saturday morning and he let me in. He proceeded to flop back onto the living room floor, in front of the television, to continue watching cartoons. He couldn't sit on the couch because he was occupied by his mother, who was only half dressed, clearly passed out after a long night (or more) of partying. There was drug paraphernalia all around him, crack-related I think.

The air return was located in the central hallway of the 2 bedroom apartment, and as I was heading there, I passed a 2 or 3 year old toddler wearing only a diaper. He looked like he was hungry and had served himself a jar of peanut butter. From the hallway, I could see Mom's boyfriend passed out on the bed, wearing only his tight boxer shorts. The whole place was pretty trashed and I could see a lot of signs of bug infestation.

I finished changing the filter and left without disturbing the sleeping adults. I told my boss (the apartment complex owner) what I saw and he said he would take care of it. However, I don't think he did anything (the tenant was receiving government assistance and was a guaranteed source of income for the landlord).

I lived there for a little over two years. After that incident, I did my best to befriend the 8-year-old boy, to try to be a positive influence in his life. Turns out, he was literally a "red-haired stepson" and the stereotypes were true for him. I also helped her mom put gas in her car a couple of times and even took her to a local food pantry. The child would have grown up by now and I think of him from time to time. I hope that he was able to win and fight beyond the horrible circumstances in which he was born.

My dad was a plumber but, at the end of his career, he worked for the city council in a town in southwestern England as a general laborer.

With a colleague, he spent a few weeks cleaning the council houses that were being renovated. The instructions were to simply empty the houses of the remaining furniture. In one property they found a large old closet upstairs. It was not easy to move and they guessed it would be even more difficult to break (being built with heavy wood). They decided that the easiest method would be to drag the closet to the top of the stairs and drop it from the

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My dad was a plumber but, at the end of his career, he worked for the city council in a town in southwestern England as a general laborer.

With a colleague, he spent a few weeks cleaning the council houses that were being renovated. The instructions were to simply empty the houses of the remaining furniture. In one property they found a large old closet upstairs. It was not easy to move and they guessed it would be even more difficult to break (being built with heavy wood). They decided the easiest method would be to drag the closet to the top of the stairs and drop it from there. The properties were going to be completely destroyed, so this novel approach was possible, as they didn't really have to consider the "collateral damage" (and these houses had hardly been well cared for in the first place).

They set the unit in position and tipped it until it fell down the stairs. He completed an impressive second cartwheel and crashed into the wall at the bottom, with hardly a scratch! However, a large envelope flew out of the top of the closet when it landed. After climbing upside down the closet, my father took the envelope and saw that it contained packages of £ 10 and £ 20 bills.

His colleague immediately suggested that they "go halfway," but my dad is very honest and pointed out that this could be someone's lifetime savings. The other one took the envelope to another room to count the money and, on returning, told my father that there was around £ 10,000 in total. After being asked if they could divide the money again (which, again, my father refused to consider) they took the money to their boss at city hall.

The last tenants were contacted and asked if they had lost cash. They had no recollection of doing so and the money was turned over to the police (but it was not claimed, despite appearing in the local newspaper). My father and his co-worker received a special award (for "honesty at work") along with a check for £ 100 each.

** Update ** For those wondering about the final destination of the cash… The money was unclaimed and the identity of the owner remains a mystery. Yes, normally if you find valuables and hand them over to the police, after a certain time, they are "searchers". However, if you find valuables as part of your job (and particularly if you work in the public sector), then the employer has a claim on the property. In this case, the money was withheld by the local council and then turned over to the Mayor's Office (Swindon). They have a couple of nominated charities and the funds were spent on local projects. My dad has the certificate framed in his attic.

I have one. This is my dad's story. He worked for a natural gas company until his retirement. During college, when he started working there, one of the things he did was turn the gas on and off in residential homes and businesses. He hadn't been the one who turned off the gas in a particular house, but he was there to turn it back on. He arrives at the house and the black man (race is important to the context) who owned the house comes out onto the front porch, dressed from head to toe in the look of a pimp that would embarrass Huggy Bear, and even the way he. It would slide when I walked

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I have one. This is my dad's story. He worked for a natural gas company until his retirement. During college, when he started working there, one of the things he did was turn the gas on and off in residential homes and businesses. He hadn't been the one who turned off the gas in a particular house, but he was there to turn it back on. He arrives at the house and the black man (race is important to the context) who owned the house comes out onto the front porch, dressed from head to toe in the look of a pimp that would embarrass Huggy Bear, and even the way he. It would slide when I walked

The stylist had a way of speaking that went well with that. My dad told him what he was there to do, and the man couldn't thank him enough before, during and after he turned the gas back on. He told my dad that now he wanted to do something for him, and dad told him that it was part of his job, that he didn't owe him anything. However, this guy insisted and made him walk into the downstairs living room with him. Then he whistled, a door opened upstairs and seven naked women came downstairs and sat down. He told dad that he could take whatever he wanted, take her upstairs, and have fun. This was before I met my mom. No, he did not do it. He told the man that although he really appreciated it, he had to get to the next house without gas, so they too could have some heat.

Something that I have not mentioned and that I have found funny is that my father had someone who traveled with him, a “veteran”, that's what they called him. Since my dad was still new to work, this man was with him to show him how to do certain things. When they got to the house, the veteran told him that he thought he could handle this. As Dad walked back to the truck, the veteran just looked at him smiling. It didn't take long for Dad to add two and two, and he said, "You knew about this and that's why you said I could handle it!" He laughed and said yes, and asked her if she was hosting some kind of show at the house. He told him about the man who whistled, the naked women coming down the stairs and they told him he had a choice.

Dad never had to go back to that house, but every now and then he would pass by and see Huggy on the front porch. He honked and waved, and Huggy waved back with his cane. That's something my dad said he will never forget, and he has some stories about crazy things he's seen.

I used to live in a duplex that I owned and rented the other unit to a couple in their 30s. One day, I got a call from the wife. There was a (very minor) maintenance issue in her bathroom, and she was out of town and her husband was on the golf course, so she told me that today would be a perfect day for me to come into her unit and fix the trouble.

Just because she said her husband was out doesn't mean she was, so I rang the bell. There was no answer, so I unlocked the door with my master key and went inside. I screamed. There was no response, so I went to the bathroom and started working.

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I used to live in a duplex that I owned and rented the other unit to a couple in their 30s. One day, I got a call from the wife. There was a (very minor) maintenance issue in her bathroom, and she was out of town and her husband was on the golf course, so she told me that today would be a perfect day for me to come into her unit and fix the trouble.

Just because she said her husband was out doesn't mean she was, so I rang the bell. There was no answer, so I unlocked the door with my master key and went inside. I screamed. There was no response, so I went to the bathroom and started working.

The shower curtain was closed, which I totally approved - a drawn curtain will get moldy. Within minutes of starting work, he nudged the curtain, making a strange rattling sound. I pulled back the curtain and heard more noise.

The husband was on the links now, but before, he had been entertaining himself in a more private way. The rim of the tub was littered with objects that I can only speculatively identify as sex toys - most of them were obviously intended to be inserted, or to be the target of insertion.

And he had thrown several from the edge into the bathtub; that was the loud noise. If she left things as they were, when the husband returned home, he would realize that he had found his perverted hiding place and things would escalate from the current state of strange and uncomfortable to intergalactically disturbing. They could even move out, which she didn't want.

Which means I had to put all the toys back on the edge of the tub where he left them. Which means I had to touch them. With my hands.

Cautiously, and with the inadequate protection of a thick wad of toilet paper, I picked up each of the fallen items and placed them back approximately where they had fallen, then replaced the shower curtain.

And I never said a word

Oh my God. I made home visits for families of children up to three years old and saw so many things that a book could write, but some that caught my eye at the moment were the ones who opened the door in lace thong, sexy bedroom clothes where the 'clothes 'did not cover anything. Or the one who answered naked save for a Mopar hat and a can of beer. It was a scheduled date so I have no idea where his mind was. Also a father asked me out once when his wife was sitting there and I was eight months pregnant.

But the one that was most unsettling was a house I had that was back on a winding, bumpy, bumpy ride.

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Oh my God. I made home visits for families of children up to three years old and saw so many things that a book could write, but some that caught my eye at the moment were the ones who opened the door in lace thong, sexy bedroom clothes where the 'clothes 'did not cover anything. Or the one who answered naked save for a Mopar hat and a can of beer. It was a scheduled date so I have no idea where his mind was. Also a father asked me out once when his wife was sitting there and I was eight months pregnant.

But the most disturbing was a house behind a winding, bumpy, and bumpy road through the woods. Inside the house, the walls were completely covered with porcelain dolls. They were literally everywhere. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of unblinking eyes covered the walls. It was creepy as the heck there, plus very close because it wasn't a big house to begin with. Besides that, they had exotic animals. They had a very large wolf enclosure at the back, from which they occasionally howled. They had wild turkeys, peacocks, and a group of German Shepherds running around this enclosure. Inside they had parrots, cockatoos, parrots and little birds in their house.

And then there was Prince. Prince was a small (relatively) African wild cat. He came over, sat on the couch, and put his front paws on mine while I was trying to have a meeting. He stared at holes in me the entire time I was there. I tried to ignore him, the howling wolves and the unblinking doll eyes and pretend that nothing remotely to M. Night could happen there.

But Prince ... they LOVE Prince. He was her baby. The problem was that they had another baby, a human one, who was 15 months old. The baby wandered around the house and Prince was never more than a foot or two late. 'Awww, Princey loves his baby,' they cooed and all I could see was a cat trying to decide the best way to eat this baby. I've been around cats my whole life and he wasn't in love with the baby. The baby was interesting for other reasons. So they had frank discussions and I don't really know what happened to that family because they were discharged shortly after that. I never saw any news about 'a local little boy eaten by a wild cat' but man was I glad I didn't have to go back there.

My answer is a little different. I am the owner of the house. Whenever we had service people come to the house, they were always amazed at our pork chop, which resided in our house.

(a bit of history) My girlfriend came to my work and asked me to come out to the parking lot to see something I had in the truck. A present for me. In a plastic container, there is a small black sucker. Oh Lord, another animal to take care of. He assured me that it was a suckling pig, that it would stay small and that we would love to have it. So we took the pork chop home with us. The pork chop grows and grows. The I

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My answer is a little different. I am the owner of the house. Whenever we had service people come to the house, they were always amazed at our pork chop, which resided in our house.

(a bit of history) My girlfriend came to my work and asked me to come out to the parking lot to see something I had in the truck. A present for me. In a plastic container, there is a small black sucker. Oh Lord, another animal to take care of. He assured me that it was a suckling pig, that it would stay small and that we would love to have it. So we took the pork chop home with us. The pork chop grows and grows. He's not a pot belly LOL pork chop eventually weighed in at around 270 pounds, and he was very smart. Did you know that the intelligence of pigs is on a par with dolphins? Porkchop lived in the house, he was tame when he came out the sliding glass door with his snout. He was never good at closing the door when he came back inside. I slept in my daughter's old puppy sleeping bag and a Little Mermaid pillow. He went to bed in the evening and woke up in the light of day. He was a delightful companion, who gave us many hours of laughter and joy. He came in circles when he was happy. When I was a baby, I carried him through the fast food windows while he sat on my lap. He knew he would always get some free fries from the person at the window.

Now, let's get back to the service people. One time a man came to take a look at my refrigerator, the ice machine was dripping water on the floor. Porkchop was very territorial, he lay on the ground with his eyes narrowed pretending to be asleep. I'd keep an eye on those service men. Once when a plumber was finishing up, he handed me his clipboard to sign the bill. This gesture of him extending his hand towards me made Pork Chop angry! He had never seen such a large Pig move so fast across the room puffing and charging at this poor man. I think Pork Chop thought the guy was trying to hurt Mom. No one was injured, but the man grabbed his clipboard and hurried out of the house. He told me that he had never seen anyone have a pig in his house before, much less, a pig defending its mother. Imagine.

My dad used to work as an appliance technician for Sears. His territory was half an hour from home. He had the usual horror stories of finding infestations of all kinds behind stoves and refrigerators, hoarding, and a guy raising monkeys who ran the house. He especially liked his clients and he liked them, they often personally applied to him for a job.

One day my dad and I were watching a documentary about serial killers (because that's the kind of thing dad / daughter did together) and they started talking about this guy:

This is John List, a mass murderer who killed his e

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My dad used to work as an appliance technician for Sears. His territory was half an hour from home. He had the usual horror stories of finding infestations of all kinds behind stoves and refrigerators, hoarding, and a guy raising monkeys who ran the house. He especially liked his clients and he liked them, they often personally applied to him for a job.

One day my dad and I were watching a documentary about serial killers (because that's the kind of thing dad / daughter did together) and they started talking about this guy:

This is John List, a mass murderer who killed his entire family in November 1971. The List family lived in Westfield, New Jersey, a very affluent nearby neighborhood that was smack in the middle of Daddy's territory. He was finally arrested in 1989, living under an assumed identity in Virginia, with a new family. He died in prison.

So, Dad and I were watching the show and this conversation happened:

DAD: I fixed her water softener.

Me what?

DAD: I fixed her water softener. In 1969, I think. You have just been born.

ME: Were you at John List's house?

DAD: Yes. It was a nice house. It was a Kenmore water softener; It may have been an EcoPure, I'm not sure. I remember there was a shaggy rug that ...

ME: OMG! How was he?

DAD: (shrugs) Just a normal boy.

ME: You could have killed yourself!

DAD: Why would you have wanted to murder me? He was a family killer. My boss would have informed me of my disappearance when I did not show up for my next appointment. There would have been no point in killing me.

ME: Well… I'm glad it didn't.

DAD: Thank you.

The strangest thing I have ever seen was working in an apartment complex. We just had to install an outlet in the utility closet and add fiber internet connections in each unit. When we did this, we hung tags on the doors so the occupants would know we would be coming the next day, so they would have time to prepare / hide things / whatever.

Well, this person didn't read it or didn't care. When we walked in, the place had a bunch of sex toys strewn in view. All the time, my male co-workers giggled and joked. I guess it was an interesting day.

The other weird / sad thing I found was

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The strangest thing I have ever seen was working in an apartment complex. We just had to install an outlet in the utility closet and add fiber internet connections in each unit. When we did this, we hung tags on the doors so the occupants would know we would be coming the next day, so they would have time to prepare / hide things / whatever.

Well, this person didn't read it or didn't care. When we walked in, the place had a bunch of sex toys strewn in view. All the time, my male co-workers giggled and joked. I guess it was an interesting day.

The other weird / sad thing I found was for the same kind of concert. We gave notice, installed plugs, etc. in a different apartment complex. We usually see things randomly and don't report it, like a cat in a pet-free apartment or someone leaving the grass out. In this case, we couldn't turn a blind eye.

Every room in this apartment was full of animal feces. There were two medium-sized boxes with two large dogs tucked into them. (They also had feces in the cages) There was also a small sized dog roaming freely in the apartment. The ammonia smell was so bad that we were still gagging while working in the attic. It was heartbreaking to see them in this condition so we reported it to the building owner. I really hope that action is taken against women. He came home when we were finishing up and made me even angrier because he was physically and mentally capable of walking with them and taking better care of them.

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