Since I'm out of a steady paycheck ATM, I've been taking odd jobs to bring in extra cash. A few days ago I spotted an ad on one of the "For Sale in URTOWN" Facebook pages, someone looking for a dog sitter. I responded, because I love dogs and dog sitting is easy cash. The family has three Boxers, and one has separation anxiety. They wanted someone to hang out at the house while they went to town or the lake once in a while, so that one dog wouldn't tear the house apart. In my youth I actually ran a pet sitting service, and really enjoyed it. The clients are typically middle to upper class, the homes are nice, and the dogs are ... well horribly spoiled but still fun to play with. Based on past experience, I had this family pegged as middle class. Imagine my shock when I pulled up to a beat to crap single wide with holes in the walls and windows held in place with duct tape. The deck threatens to collapse under my every step, and there's a hole in the floor as I enter the front door. The ceiling is heavily water stained, the walls are filthy (as is every other surface in the house), and thanks to the heavily drooling dogs, every surface is covered in crusty drool. The dad is fat. The mom is morbidly obese, as is their son. The daughter looks like she'll follow in mom's footsteps soon enough. Oh well. It's cash. I looked in the fridge, hoping for a coke. I saw beer, Big Red, and some questionable looking baloney. Half a loaf of bread. A box of pancake mix. No other food evident in the house, although the trash can was overflowing with McDonalds and Taco Bell bags (which explains why they're all so fat). The place was disgusting and it had that white trash stink, a weird mix of Dollar Store air freshener, cheap cigarettes, and mildew. The dogs took up every inch of the drool soaked couches without any argument from me. I wouldn't have sat on those things with someone else's butt. There were holes in the floor everywhere, including one in the bathroom that they just threw a bathmat over and called it good. I only found it because I stepped on the mat and nearly fell through the floor. And yet, despite the filth and despair that surrounded me on every front, there in the corner of the living room was a 55" frikkin flatscreen TV, with the top tier Dish Network package piped in. HD TV, of course. Beneath it, a Wii, and 42 games to go with it. On the dining room table, not one but TWO laptops. In the bedroom off the living room (I didn't go in, but the door was missing off the hinges so I could see through) was yet another massive flatscreen. Did I mention they had a boat? Yeah, they were taking it to the lake today. WTF? For the cost of one of those laptops, they could have bought cleaning supplies and some paint and at least made that dump presentable. For the cost of the other, enough plywood to fix the floors, and groceries as well. Of course, that would never cross their minds, not as long as they have 500 channels to watch. Gah. People like that make me WANT a SHTF event to happen. My husband doesn't want me to go back, but it IS easy money so I probably will. Next time though, I'm taking a can of Lysol and a blanket to put between me and whatever I sit on.