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This reminds me, when I first started in my field, I worked for an agency where we payed for stuff for clients, like storage. Being young and new and wanting to do "good" for everyone, I requested my agency pay storage for a former client I had who was getting evicted from his apartment. The policy towards how long the agency could pay for this kind of stuff changed a few months later and the client was really pissed that we couldn't pay anymore. (I found out it was mostly junk anyways he had in there). Because his payments were late, I requested one final payment from the agency to prevent his stuff from getting auctioned or thrown out (and he would have to come up with the rest). I had to go down there personally to pay this. The storage facility was located in Brooklyn over near the water, where all those isolated warehouses are. I got chased by a bunch of dobermans and rotweiliers trying to get to the storage facility to pay the last payment. Never ever EVER again.
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