Thoughts like bubbles popping in my head

Like most people i complain about my job alot. It is a drag most of the time. Without it however i think i would go crazy.In a warped twilight zone sort of way it completes my life. It gives me a chance to view random madness on a daily basis.
Im a plumber. Most people when they hear that they immediately think of toilets then shit and then think eww what a shitty job, Pardon the pun. Sure i have seen the poop more than once but its not the norm for a day at work for me. Work starts at 9AM so being the morning person that i am i get up at about 8:55 on a good day (truthfully 9:06) then with my mind still asleep and my body hurling its self towards clothes i start my day. On more than one occasion i have worn my shirt backwards and inside out. I call my boss and get my first address and few other details and off i go. Off i go to where exactly? Thats just it, i spend my days going into peoples homes and offices. I get
to see places in peoples homes they dont even go into. Its always random. I see how people live, i get to snoop in their bedrooms, closets, secret hiding spots. One time an older lady and I were looking around her ensuite bathroom tryin to figure out what she had to do for a renovation. I had to poke around lookin in closets for access panels etc. She opened her one closet up and nothing special, then she moved a few things and opened an access panel up to see under the tub in the bathroom next to us. Low and behold if she hadnt forgotten thats where she hides the monster box of dildo's vibrators and other fun things to show strangers in your home. We both stopped dead in our tracks staring at this mammoth sized box of pleasure. No one said a word, not a giggle, nothing. Then she just started talking again about what we were doing. I continued talking about the reno but that moment of awkward ,oops omg what the fuck do i say now feeling was truely hilarious. Another time i was helping my boss fix a leak in an apartment building and the tenants were all sitting around the kitchen table smoking crack. "Hey man you wanna hit?" uhh no thanks i choose life. One of my all time favorites. I go to this non descript apartment building to repair a kitchen sink faucet. I get there and two little old ladies are sitting at the kitchen table. Two 75 plus years, cookie baking, virginal (I have to think that way) grandma's. After a few minutes i realised that quite obviously they have simply loosened the spray handle and called a plumber. Then they go into the benefits to having sex with older women who's husbands are long dead and all they want is a good shag. At this point I'm stunned, completely lost for words. Usually I'm a smart ass, i always have something sarcastic to say(Hard to believe i know but its true) So I'm standing in this kitchen lost for words and they wont let up. I tried to be as nice as possible but i did that call for free and got the hell out of there. My boss later laughed at me...asshole All sorts of random stuff happening to me all day long.It gives my life spice.The work i am doing is mindless usually its the people and places i get to see that make it intresting.

Then Wednesday happened. My boss and I went to an apartment building to look at what needed to be fixed in 8 fire damaged suites. We get there and start wandering around the building. We arrive at suite 102 open the door and it was like turning on a TV, life became surreal." He's not breathing call 911!" Is what i hear as the door is opening. Peering past my boss i see two feet sticking out from around a corner. We both start dialing 911 so i stop calling and let my boss call. Theres a guy laying on the floor receiving CPR from some other guy. Its all happening so fast, like a blur. My boss is closer to them than i am and the guy doing CPR tells him to take over for a minute. I decide i cant do much here but i can at least go outside and guide the ambulance to him when they get here faster. So i run to the front. In less that 5 minutes theres a fire truck and 2 ambulances. I run them to him and get out of the way. I turned into a door stop and held the door open for them to come and go. There was a small army of people in there. They worked on him for about 45 minutes. I stood there like i was made of stone watching. Watching them put tubes down his throat trying desperately to revive him. Deep inside it didn't seem real, for some reason it seemed like a no brainer that this guy would get up and be saved. I mean that's how it happens on TV most of the time right? It was shocking to see them put a blanket on him and stop trying. Not that they didn't everything they could. I felt sick, numb, removed from my body almost the whole time. I hung around in a daze for another hour and a half. Then when i saw the cops show up i decided that i had to leave before i got stuck there for another 2 hours. Told my boss that i was useless to him for the rest of the day.

What had happened wasn't abnormal. Where there is life there is death. A very inescapable, normal part of life. For some it would be simply another day at the office. I feel sad for those people. To me it jumped up inside me and festered for awhile. Its still rather fresh. At first i was kind of horrified but i decided if i have to accept the good in life i have to accept the bad as well. It has shaken me up but i would like to try and twist it into something good. Life is not cheap, its precious. I don't want to get so wrapped up in petty useless time wasting things that i ever forget that. Life is not meant to be great everyday that's not reality. Most things can be taken many different ways, proving that its mostly my reaction to whatever happens to me. Not what actually happened. Chalk it up to yet another colorful life experience and get me on my way. I'm sad for the poor mans family. But i hope this guy lived his life how he wanted and smiled as often as he could have. Id like to say that i hope that about all my friends family and random strangers that may read this. I hope life is colorful and with a variety of wild and crazy experiences. for now I take a second to brace myself for whatever weirdness i may encounter before i go for that fateful knock at the door. " Mom there is some weird looking guy carrying a tray full of tools knocking on our door should i let him in?"


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