Busy... busy... busy....
This time of year is when we pay for the wonder and majesty that is living in Texas the rest of the year. Day after day of long, hot, rainless days. The weather forecast is so boring its not even worth watching on the news each night.
"Sunny.... Highs 99 to 101... .00001% chance of afternoon and evening thundershowers...."
Being in and out of the Dog Truck all day is a whipping. Wears me out more than just straight out working outside all day in the heat does. Your body gets used to the A/C and then you get out on a call and the air hits you in the face like a blast furnace. Back in the truck after the call and just when you get cooled down its back out into the heat at the next stop. I leave the house at 6 AM each morning and get home around 7:30 PM - if I'm lucky. Grab something to eat, jump in the shower, and then its to bed where I try to get some sleep between phone calls from the On-Call police dispatcher. The workshop is intolerably hot this time of year and it will probably be fall before I can tinker with anything beyond the most simple and quick of projects.
Kinda sucks the urge to blog out of a person, you know?
At least I'm employed, anyway, and that's no small thing these days. I'm thankful for that, in spite of my occasional grumblings :)
I sympathize with the unemployed and others feeling the pinch of these tough economic times. At least I do with those that maintain their honor and dignity amidst the troubles and don't just flop on their backs in meek submission to fate exposing their saggy underbellies while waiting for someone to come along, wipe their bottoms, and make everything all right...
Like the person who lives here:
I got called to this location on Sunday by one of the neighbors who believed that the resident had moved out several days earlier leaving a small dog inside. I left a notice on the door requesting that the resident contact me regarding the possible dog inside and left a voicemail message for the apartment management - since the office was closed on Sunday. I never heard back from the resident and my notice was still on the door untouched on Tuesday morning when the leasing office was open after the July 4 holiday.
Turns out that the resident had stopped paying her rent and had failed to meet several deadlines for vacating the apartment unit. She told them she was coming back and caring for the dog inside, but there's no indication that she had done so at any point. The electricity was turned off a week ago, so there had been no lights and A/C during that time. The management was changing the locks on the front door Tuesday morning when I arrived for a followup visit. This is what I found inside:
That's the floor of the dining area. Here's the kitchen:
And here is the floor of the bedroom:
The entire apartment was like this. Every square foot. You would think that I would get used to the way some people give up on living like a useful person - but it still surprises me sometimes. Being "poor" doesn't mean you have to live like this. This isn't a factor of tough economic times. This is just being lazy and worthless.... and gross.
As for the dog inside?
She shows signs of neglect. Skinny, mostly blind (due to age), and missing some hair. I couldn't find any indication that food and water was being made available for her. Just an empty bowl on the floor of the kitchen. Pretty sure she survived by eating some of the garbage left on the floor.
I took her from the apartment and left another notice notifying the ex-resident. Legally I'm not allowed to do that without a seizure warrant. However, our court system and Police Department have proven themselves to be only marginally less worthless than this woman. I'll post about that another time, but suffice to say that this dog would have been dead long before the "powers that be" got around to doing anything about it. That's not an exaggeration.
So... I punted and just took the dog out of there. Screw it. It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission anyway, and I've done this sort of thing often enough to feel confident that I'll ride out any possible storm that might result.