Last week I was out and about collecting information from a gated area where the cheapest home was probably about 10 million dollars.. Then I hit another neighborhood of gated homes that was much less. Being such an incredible good worker, I probably completed more EQ's than anyone in my group. ( Can't devulge what an EQ is due to it's top secret government abbreviation policy ). But anyway I managed to get another book and a whole lot more address's to check and complete because of this. I really thought it was cool that for once I was actually doing something I was suppossed to do. ( This is a big time job considering I have not really worked for about 15 years since I closed my own company.
So this past Saturday, I started my new area. Not exactly gated.....Not exactly expensive homes....Not exactly landscaped the way I like ........Not exactly anything.......OK, , so this Jewish kid from the streets of the Bronx was back in the Ghetto....... OMG. This was not really a great neighborhood, but that did not bother me until today, WHEN.........2 Gigantic dogs tried to break through the front door to obviously welcome me. Fortunately no one was home and I managed to leave before the door was broken by these gigantic Pit Bulls...........( I will not be going back there tomorrow or the next day ) We have to personally visit an address 3 times if no one is home, but guess what??????? Yup..... No friggen way Jose....... OK, I got by that little problem.
An hour later I was around a small apartment complex that must have been for migrant workers. I ran across the slum landlord who was not too happy about giving me any information. He was a little verbal and wanted to let me know he was in charge. I was nice at first just telling him I was trying to do my job and asked him for his help. He kept getting louder and louder and really pissed. I managed to keep my cool (amazing) and told him is was no problem at all. I would be back another 2 times and that was it.... He seemed relieved until I finally uttered that another person would then follow up and they have to come back 6 times. Whoa Nellie....... Now Mr. Peter Prick decided to be a little more cooperative and give me all the information I needed. He gave me his name after we were done (although I suspect it was not real) but would not give me his telephone number for a contact reference..... We parted on such good terms although I doubt if he will be calling me to go out for a beer. I also got the telephone number from one of the thousands of "For Rent" signs that were posted everywhere....I guess when there are illegal's living and paying cash, you don't want anyone to know.........especially our government.
Moving right along I managed to find a complete array of individuals that would make a wonderful reality show. Then I knocked on a door that had furniture outside that completely looked like a junk yard. But yes, it was an apartment complex. A gentlemen about 55 opened the door at which point I showed him my wonderful Census ID, and told him I needed to take about 10 minutes of his time. ( Really check out the Betty White Video on my blog of yesterday ). He invited me in and asked me to sit on the sofa. His other partner, whatever came out to say hello. There I was with two wonderful gay gentlemen, their dog licking my neck, and them telling me their life history. Whew. For a while I was a little worried... But all is well that ends well.
I really did this Census thing in the hopes of meeting the woman of my dreams.. One can only dream......So far, I have met everything but.......Oh well, there is always tomorrow although there will not be a part Five. Who knows..........................Maybe a TV series or movie ???????
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