This article has been imported from chorus.fm for discussion. All of the forum rules still apply. Lauren Hough, writing at HuffPost: This is the stuff I can’t remember — how a particular day unfolded. Maybe the next job was the Great Falls, Virginia, housewife who answered the door in some black skimpy thing I never really saw because I work very hard at eye contact when faced with out-of-context nudity. She was expecting a man. I’m a 6-foot lesbian. If I showed up at your door in a uniform with my hair cut in what’s known to barbers as the International Lesbian Option No. 2, you might mistake me for a man. Everyone does. She was rare in that she realized I’m a woman. We laughed about it. She found a robe while I replaced her cable box. She asked if I needed to use a bathroom, and I loved her. This was a great read. Expand - View Original
Super funny and kinda depressing. I had a paper route when I was 14/15, and in that two years, I saw enough weirdness from just the outside of people's houses to fill a book.
when I first saw this last week I sent it to my ex basically asking him to reconsider the electrician path he was about to embark on.
Reads a bit like a Chuck Palahniuk book. Favorite line, "...the American id in its underpants, wondering if it remembered to delete the browsing history." That needs to be worked into a song pronto.
As someone that is worked in people's houses for about 20 years 75% of people's houses are disgusting
Incredible writing...if She ever wants out of being a cable technician, she certainly has a career in storytelling. The supervisors made a good show of pretending to care that we made it to jobs. The dispatchers canceled everything they could. The techs, we didn’t talk much. Every so often someone would mic their Nextel to scream: “This is bullshit! They’re going to get us fucking killed!” And someone else would say, “They don’t care, man. They won’t have to pay anyway. They’ll piss test your corpse and say you were high. Motherfuckers.” “They’ll fucking care when I plow my van through the front of their building.” “Dude, I’m gonna ram the next little Ford Ranger I see.” Supervisors drove Rangers. “Fuck that. I’m ramming a cop.” “Bitch, how you gonna know what you’re ramming? Can’t fucking see the snowplow in front of me.”