This is why I left Verizon after only six months and went back to aviation. I was not prepared for the way people live. There were houses I'd go to for a trouble call and if I wasn't stepping over piles of dog crap, it was dirty diapers that were dropped where they were changed. There were times when the smell would be so bad, I'd call dispatch and refuse the call.
It has to be a form of mental illness. That's the only explanation I have.
