I Was A Cable Guy. I Saw The Worst Of America.

[DudleySmith]

Dropped Direct TV years ago, too ridiculously priced just to watch old reruns of shows we could get on antenna TV now; I get around 60 channels here, and even deleting the shopping and Mexican crap stations get just as good TV as satellite offered, and they're now running shows that used to be on pay TV anyway. At least three channels that run old sitcom shows all day, two running westerns, four running old movies, etc., and with fewer commercials than were being run on pay TV. They just added a channel that runs Brit shows all day.

 

[Robert Urbanek]

I just have an indoor antenna and supplement the channels I get with DVDs of movie and TV shows from the library, which I can keep for three weeks.

 

[Hang on Sloopy]

I would only handle females under 35 on the route...period.well not on their periods

 

[marvin martian]

I would only handle females under 35 on the route...period.well not on their periods

I've seen that one!

 

[WinterBorn]

I would only handle females under 35 on the route...period.well not on their periods

How would you know the age of the women until you arrived to do the install? I don't know about other companies, But Charter, Comcast and Brighthouse don't list ages on the work orders.

 

[Hang on Sloopy]

How would you know the age of the women until you arrived to do the install? I don't know about other companies, But Charter, Comcast and Brighthouse don't list ages on the work orders.

Oh for God's sakes............lolololol......Bro come on....lolollol

If I was a gyno it would only be for women over 18 and under 35

 

[Hang on Sloopy]

I've seen that one!

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Winter born didn't get it....Ohhh I forgot......AND SINGLE too for less complications doing the installs...heheheheh

 

[Devils_Advocate]

When I did in home care nursing, one family had welded dad’s metal bedpan to the antenna on the roof of their trailer to get better tv reception.

My Name Is Earl?

 

[FA_Q2]

I don't know. I have T-Mobile home internet, which is just like the internet you get on your phone, from a satellite. No cable, no wires just a box that sits in front of the TV. It has a couple of lan ports. One goes to my Roku, the other goes to my Netgear router. Plus there is a router built into the T-Mobile box, but it doesn't have great range.

Sure and I bet it works pretty well for your needs. It is, however, nowhere near the same capability of cable providers and, as more people drop traditional television services for streaming, increase music streaming and buy appliances that all connect to the internet the more reliable and much faster hardline connections will stick around.

 

[Michael1985]

I'm disappointed the article wasn't written by someone named Larry.

 

[Remodeling Maidiac]

Wild article. From 3 years ago, but that doesn't matter. I now have a lot more empathy for Cable Guys.



I Was A Cable Guy. I Saw The Worst Of America.

I can’t tell you about a specific day as a cable tech. I can’t tell you my first customer was a cat hoarder. I can tell you the details, sure. That I smeared Vicks on my lip to try to cover the stench of rugs and walls and upholstery soaked in cat piss. That I wore booties, not to protect the carpets from the mud on my boots but to keep the cat piss off my soles. I can tell you the problem with her cable service was that her cats chewed through the wiring. That I had to move a mummified cat behind the television to replace the jumper. That ammonia seeped into the polyester fibers of my itchy blue uniform, clung to the sweat in my hair. That the smell stuck to me through the next job.

But what was the next job? 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.

For 10 years, I worked as a cable tech in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C. Those 10 years, the apartments, the McMansions, the customers, the bugs and snakes, the telephone poles, the traffic, the cold and heat and rain, have blurred together in my mind. Even then, I wouldn’t remember a job from the day before unless there was something remarkable about it. Remarkable is subjective and changes with every day spent witnessing what people who work in offices will never see — their co-workers at home during the weekday, the American id in its underpants, wondering if it remembered to delete the browsing history.

Mostly all I remember is needing to pee.

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Righties are terrifying and lefties are a godsend?

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