![]() There would be evidence of really young children having lived there and that would always make me really sad. Other sad things were doing cleanouts of rental units where like, 12 or more people lived in squalor in a one bedroom house. Each time we came back they would have MORE than the last time we came. There were some old lady hoarders who would continually hire us but could only afford having us take like, maybe 5% of their shit at a time. I also sold a lot of stuff for extra cash.Ĥ) I never puked, I have a pretty strong stomach, but my boss had been known to dry heave on some of the grosser jobs, and I saw him puke when he opened a 5 gallon bucket of human shit and piss that we pulled out of a storage locker someone had been living in.ĥ) There were a lot of sad stories. ![]() I furnished a 2 bedroom apartment with finds. ![]() We ignored the cum covered mirrors until almost last.ģ) Yes I took a lot of stuff. ![]() We tried to push it from our minds that this pervy old dude probably had circle jerks with his other pervy old dude buddies down there. It was basically left playing while we hauled shit out of the crawlspace, and if anyone got tired, they would sit down and watch it for a while. Keep in mind by now we were in our 5th hour of hard labor, and this plethora of porn was actually quite a morale booster. It was pretty good porn, so we left it on. Of course we turned the TV on, and there was porn in the VCR. There was a TV, which was creepily surrounded by 3 folding chairs and several mirrors. Once inside it was essentially a very unfinished basement with dirt floor which all but the very tallest of us could stand up fully in. The entrance was off the backyard, and it basically looked like a cellar from the outside. We go to enter what we would come to call the batcave. Dude stuck around for a bit to see how we were progressing on the main house (which was, btw, totally utterly normal), but as we got finished with that, he decided to leave. So, ok, yeah, we were a bit apprehensive about it. He said he was leaving while we were doing the hauling, and he DID NOT WANT TO KNOW what was in the crawlspace, at all. He got very awkward while talking about it and basically insinuated it was his dad's "special place". He then took on a hushed tone of voice and mentioned he also wanted everything taken out of the crawlspace underneath the home. The son of the dead homeowner gave us a walkthrough basically explaining that EVERYTHING was to go. It was a pretty routine deal, there were 4 of us that showed up to do the job. It was a full house clean out (we got this kind of thing a lot, and it was usually awesome because it meant mad money AND loads of cool stuff for us to take home). Story is, this old dude had died, and his son was in charge of his property. It went down in got junk legend as "The Batcave". Apologies.ġ &2)The worst thing I ever saw was also the best thing I ever saw. Basically I was bored last night and made this, then shit came up, and I went to bed, and I went to work, and now I am home and here. I'm here and answering Q's now, though this is probably dead. I don't really know how to "prove" that I used to work somewhere, but I do have a lot of cell phone photos from jobs that I could share if anyone is interested. We didn't walk away from much, and I have a few interesting horror stories, as well as some insider details about the inner workings of the company and the specific franchise I worked for (which has since been dismantled).
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