Termite Inspection

Re: Termite Inspection

As impressed as I might be with your wake-up call at 8:00am, I am equally appalled at your lack of professionalism with your supposedly inspection; that, in fact, consisted of a balding middle-aged man walking around my apartment tapping the handle-end of a flat-head (presumably this “tool” works better than the ubiquitous Phillips head, or heaven forbid, the torque-head screwdriver)  at the bottom of various walls.  One might assume that the bottom of the wall divulged more secrets than, say perhaps, the top of the wall; or the middle of the wall?  And really, do the termites congregate at the bottom of the wall in greater frequency than at the top?  One might, I say might as I only have a masters degree, so bare with me, that termites might, just...ok bare with me here, just might “hang-out” where, gasp, there’s wood?  You think you could get that fat bastard to venture up into the attic?  I mean, hold on here, there’s wood up there, right?  And, still there?, the termites might be hanging out munchin’ on some wood and stuff? 

I know, I know, I’m just jealous.  Forty-thousand in student loans; sixty-five hours a week of work for a minimal forty-hour stipend; you might think I was bitter and jaded?  Not really.  I just want to know how I, someone with all, ok most, of my teeth and my complete cortex can land such a lucrative “career” as termite inspector?  I mean, I can supply my own screwdriver!  Think of the savings in employee expenses you can have?