Just Me

I often wonder how much is enough, Friday, I found out how much “enough” I need after a particularly shit day, which, as it turns out, isn’t really much at all.

So heres how the story goes..... Whilst taking out the rubbish on Friday (after a shit day) I was confronted with a yellow rubbish bag in front of a bin which was empty at the time, this person, every odd day discards their waste in the middle of the bin room...... leaving those yellow garbage bags to glare at me in a seemingly “so what are you going to do about it” way.

Well today I decided to do something about it......

Before I go forward, I need to step back in time a tiny bit, occasionally I take all the wheely bins out for the apartment block, or bring them in, so I have a relatively high exposure to the attitude and disdain shown towards the bin room, the amount of shear laziness I encounter is unbelievable

The thing is here (which tipped me over the edge) I purposely placed the wheely bin near the door entry and under the light switch to assist in the avoidance of the lazy behaviour....... what I was met with? An increased amount of laziness....... as if I encouraged laziness by adapting to the laziness presented to me (I’m sure there is a life lesson here)

I swear sometimes, some people live their life thinking that the “servant fairies” will fix everything up without a second thought and screw (not the word i want to use) it up for those who have to clean up after them, all the while un-be-known to the lousy $%*@ (thats the really bad word by the way......and plural) get to live in their world of apathy towards the real “servant fairies”

I risk life and limb taking out the bins and more so bringing them back in, as I have to dodge the onslaught of overly aggressive drivers on a maniacal two lane street, pissed off because a lane is blocked with the bins that the “refuse technicians” have precisely placed on the road to assist in me being a target of their road rage (anyone remember that game Frogger?)

Anyhow back to my foot tromping, forehead-vein-popping three year old tantrum...... The letter which resulted had a picture attached clearly showed this, unfortunately blogger would not let me take a screen shot so i just extracted the words instead for your enjoyment

This little letter is the aforementioned result for the residence of the entire apartment block that I live in, I wonder if it will take any effect,

“To the person with the yellow waste bags, 

On numerous occasions now, I have volunteered my time to dispose of your waste in a correct fashion.

I find your practice of leaving your garbage in the middle of the room extremly lazy and utmostly unhygienic.

Below is a picture of your garbage bag This was found on a Friday afternoon laying on the floor of the garbage room in front of a garbage bin which was empty

In future kindly place your garbage bags in one of the many garbage bins provided. Failure to do so will result in your garbage being returned to your front door for you to dispose of in the correct manner, and yes we know who you are, and which door to return your waste to.”

I really wanted to add that add that I would systematically insert each garbage bag up said persons bumhole, but that would definitely be going too far,

So thats my online tantrum complete, I feel better now

Take Care

Trent