Interlude
There are few things more lowering that to be in bed in the morning, awaken to the sound of the garbage truck crunching outside the window and the certain realization that the trash is still in the kitchen.
Dammit.
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There are few things more lowering that to be in bed in the morning, awaken to the sound of the garbage truck crunching outside the window and the certain realization that the trash is still in the kitchen.
Dammit.
What, are you living my life? I have done way too many of those early-morning sprints.
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Posted by: Carol | 31 October 2007 at 04:52 PM
Are your garbage men in cahoots with Stephanie's garbage men?
Been there done that, more than once.
How is Mr. Greenjeans?
Posted by: PICAdrienne | 31 October 2007 at 01:35 PM
D'oh!
Posted by: Laurie | 31 October 2007 at 12:19 PM
One of the few perks to apt. living. Dumpsters. ;)
Posted by: Jessica | 31 October 2007 at 09:55 AM
Look at it this way: YOU WERE IN BED. This sounds pretty good to me, as I'm usually at work by the time my garbage is collected.
Posted by: Charlene | 31 October 2007 at 09:12 AM
Oh yes. Been there. We now have recycling picked up one week, and general waste the next. In the garden recycling we are allowed to put food waste. I've only forgotten to put it out once. The smell of three-week-old Sunday roast leftovers after some lovely warm weather...well, I won't forget the bin in a hurry again. :-)
Posted by: Helen | 31 October 2007 at 07:44 AM
The ONLY time the garbage truck wakes me up is when I forget to put the bins out. Obviously even when I forget, I subconsciously remember, because if I am woken up by the truck you can bet vital portions of your anatomy that the bins are still parked beside the garage. I can't tell you how many times I've had to chase the truck up the street in my PJ's with my hair all over the place, screaming like a crazy woman for the garbage men to stop (but I bet you my neighbors could tell you how often, on what dates, and when exactly the committal hearing is!).
Posted by: Kate | 31 October 2007 at 07:00 AM
I've been meaning to ask--how goes the aspartame-free drive?
Posted by: Anne | 30 October 2007 at 09:38 PM
Yo Juno - try this: living in nyc, and every OTHER morning being awakened by the churning of garbage trucks, even though you've put your garbage out at least three times a day at the back door of your apt bldg - and it has been removed by building staff at least as often;
no guilt here, just the annoyance of being woken up either or ...
don't make yourself nuts - just live with the fact that they'll show up again and again and again and ... ad infitum - one of the few things that we in this civilzed world can be sure of, don'tcha think?
all the best,
mhv
Posted by: manhattanmarg | 30 October 2007 at 08:33 PM
Especially annoying if you've been out of town for the previous pick up. The out-of-town part also seems to put a kink in the normal flow of habitual tasks, like putting out the garbage.
Posted by: KarenJoSeattle | 30 October 2007 at 07:39 PM
Seal it well. Those monster yarn ziplocs for the scary stuff. And then forget about it a few days and be glad you don't have progeny this particular week.
Posted by: tina | 30 October 2007 at 07:25 PM
Have you checked with Stephanie to see if she decided not to put out her trash last night? ;)
Posted by: Lisa | 30 October 2007 at 06:53 PM
Our garbagemen (sanitation executives?) have started showing up earlier and earlier... they're not supposed to show up before 7:00, but I left at 6:45 this morning and all the trash was already picked up.
It's a good thing I don't generate much trash or we'd be knee-deep in pizza boxes now.
Posted by: Marin | 30 October 2007 at 06:53 PM
It's happened so many times I'm embarrassed to admit it. I hate that. :(
Posted by: Sarahfish | 30 October 2007 at 05:43 PM
What Beth said. I also have a horrible time actually remembering which week is recycling week...
Posted by: naomi | 30 October 2007 at 05:21 PM
Solution? Move into an apartment over the garbage/recycling area of the building! (But high enough to never have to deal with the smell) Open window and PUSH!!
Posted by: Kim | 30 October 2007 at 04:30 PM
Been there, done that, regretted it deeply. Esepcially since they only collect our recycling every other week.
Posted by: Beth S. | 30 October 2007 at 04:11 PM
That was me last Thursday morning!
Posted by: Sarah | 30 October 2007 at 02:49 PM