A little Humor
Some funny stories from my carrier - I love my Job!
At the beginning of my carrier as a home inspector I did an inspection for a bank. I had the address and the key - the owner was at work.
It was in a little town where they didn't believe in road signs. Finally I found the house, verified the house number, opened the door and started my inspection.
Halfway through I noticed a dog in the backyard. I called my client (the bank) to let them know that I can't inspect the backyard because of the dog. "What dog" was the question! They called back and confirmed that there shouldn't be a dog.
Well - lets make it short, it was the right house number, but the wrong street and by Murphy's law, the key had worked just fine.
I inspected the wrong house!
We lived for a few year in the Caribbean and Central America.
The term "home inspector" is unknown there, but some expats knew that it's very helpful to have a house inspected before it's purchased.
I was running into all kinds of awkward situations. Tarantulas larger than my hand, poisonous snakes longer than my car (ok - my car was not very long :), got stung by scorpions, pissed off wild bees, interrupted armies of bats, but nothing could stop me.
The term "home inspector" is unknown there, but some expats knew that it's very helpful to have a house inspected before it's purchased.
I was running into all kinds of awkward situations. Tarantulas larger than my hand, poisonous snakes longer than my car (ok - my car was not very long :), got stung by scorpions, pissed off wild bees, interrupted armies of bats, but nothing could stop me.