You might be wondering what exactly Summer and I are doing here in Arizona for work. And maybe you're not wondering at all. But I'm going to tell you.
We are living in one of the suburbs of Tucson, who hired my company to change all of their old brass water meters -- that needed manual reading -- to new meters with radios -- that will send the reading automatically. The meters are located in pits in people's front yards so we don't have to go into people's basements like we were doing in Michigan. The installers are doing the switch-outs, and Summer and I come along behind them and install the radio and then program it.
As Summer reported, we had heard all kinds of horror stories about what kind of critters we would find in the pits. Gila monsters, scorpions, rattle snakes, and black widow and brown recluse spiders. So far all I have seen are a lot of ants and crickets. The pits are a lot smaller and more shallow than I had imagined. There's not really room for a rattlesnake or gila monster, thank goodness.
But there is room for fashion!
As you can see, grass doesn't exist here. What they do have is dirt, dust and landscaping rocks. So I wear very attractive knee pads. That baseball cap and fluorescent vest complete an outfit of a grey company T-shirt and my black cargo pants that I have to roll up because they were already too short and the knee pads make them even shorter. "Where's the flood?" All my jeans show off my coin slot when I bend over, so I wear the black pants every day.
Sometimes two houses have their pits right next to each other, and so we have to dig around the pits and create a space for the wiring from one pit to be brought over to the other. So we have a pick axe and a shovel and we dig holes.
|Don't let this adorable photo fool you, she mostly looks bad at work.|
And then for lunch we grab sushi or whatever.
I love Summer Grimes.
Mitch is jealous of your job and he thinks you must make tons and tons of money. I'm not even kidding. He does. Do you? I told him I'd ask.
Question: does your employer start with a C and end with an X? The uniform sure looks familiar! Just found your blog through Y&Y - I love it!
Well shoot. Our meters were converted this year, but they didn't hire you to do it. I would totally have made lunch for you.
Rocks or not, the grass sure seems greener on your side.
Then why don't you marry her Jacqui?
Sarah -- Tell Mitch we don't do it for the money. We do it for the street cred.
Jenny -- It starts with S and ends with L-Serco. And, thanks!!
Kerry -- you can always make us lunch.
Hanna--Gay marriage hasn't been legalized in Texas, yet. But I'm being patient.
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