Today I shall enlighten you on the horrors of Monday Trash Duty.
There is nothing more disheartening than the sight of seven very heavy trash bgs on the third floor, eight on the second, ten on the first. shining dull gray and taunting me.
The trash in these bags: all edible, and having had three days to fester, are at a really gross peak of ripeness.
I have to haul thses bags down the stairs, then downhill out to the garbag dump spot, which is much too far to be reasonable. And the bags leak. Yogurt and leftover Chinese.
Could be worse, I suppose. I could have cafeteria duty. Honestly, there are just some things I'm better off not knowing.
I'm failing Spanish. How sad is that?
Going Wodwo · Mon Sep 25, 2006 @ 10:54pm · 0 Comments |