Last week I had a work order fixing some drywall for this tenant. He had a leak in his apartment and the plumbers came in and ripped out all this drywall from his wall, and ripped out a lot of his ceiling.
There is actually a way to remove drywall that doesn’t involve tearing it out like a pack of wolves, but I guess these plumbers didn’t get the memo. It looked like a wild dog had chewed out the drywall instead of plumbers removing it.
So my buddy and I go in to repair the drywall after the plumbers fixed the water leak.
When we walked in there, we were smacked in the face by the strong smell of weed. Marijuana. I think we got a contact high immediately, haha.
We did our job; we had to go back 5 times to keep working over the drywall until it looked right. Each time we went back, there was always that smell, but my coworker and I never said or did anything about it.
The tenant was a nice guy, he didn’t speak a lot of English, but man, he never hassled us. We did our job and got out his way; and he got out of our way when we were doing our job. Couldn’t have gone better.
When you do work for people in their homes, you see all kinds of weird things and smell weird things… people are crazy behind closed doors, dudes, batsh*t crazy. You learn not to ask questions.
There just isn’t enough time in the day to call the cops every time we smell marijuana, or call the landlord if there’s something uncool in there, or anything like that. Well, and I’m not a douche.
And with my old criminal record from my young, dumb days (more on that some other time), what right do I have to judge?
Let people be, dudes, just let ‘em be.