In my line of work you come across a diverse set of characters. It runs the gammet from the awkwardly social individual to the drunken oaf all the way to hoarders and lawyers and everything in between.

There are a plethora of reasons why people require the use of our services. From those who have recently sold their homes and wish to dispose of all belongings that they have accumulated over the years and no longer serve a purpose to them – to those who wish to spruce up their dated bathroom or unseemly washroom and wish to dispose of all that renovation waste build-up, to just those doing their official yearly spring cleanup. Whatever the reason one calls a Toronto junk removal company 888-I AM JUNK is always ready and able to get it done quickly, efficiently and always with a big smile.

Some are kind, some neurotic, some are intoxicated, some angry, some smell, some just make you want to pull your hair out and others you can’t complete the job and get the heck out of their place. But for the most part, most people are regular folks just like you and me and just want the junk out of their homes or offices as quickly as possible.

On one job site we were made aware that a possum was at large roaming around the top floor of the house and that we should not be alarmed as feral as he might be he was considered a pet by the client.

The possum would run freely from room to room as we were clearing out the junk.  As unnerving as it was I was eager to complete the job at quickly as possible while ensuring I made it through with all my limbs intact.  It goes without saying that we did charge a premium for this job as I considered it danger pay and the client was more than happy to pay it as he was turned down by all other junk companies.

At the end of it all I love my job and everything about it. Every day, every job brings a new and exciting experience and I would not dream of doing anything else.   I wonder if any other Toronto junk removal guys have had similar experiences or is it just my good fortune.

Just another day in the life of a junk guy at 888-I AM JUNK.