I called to set up our weekly trash removal today. You'd think that since we've been living in this house for five weeks we would have done that already, but we haven't. Christopher kept saying he'd do it but I felt bad since he already does so much so I took on the responsibility and never called anyone. Technically I did "research" by calling the all-knowing Aggie to discuss their trash people (as well as belly bands, spray paint, and Aidan's potty training or lack there of), but that was two weeks ago.
You might (or more likely not) be wondering where the trash from the last five weeks has gone. Christopher has either brought it to the dumpster at work (probably not smiled upon) or the dumpster at our old apartment (most certainly not smiled upon). I am one of the most rule following people on the face of the earth. I would never, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, knowingly go in the out door. If I ever knowingly go in the out door, you can just call the professionals and have me evaluated because SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. I was a little iffy about bringing our trash to the old apartment because we no longer pay for that trash service, but as Christopher (the non-rule following person to which I am married) pointed out, they charged us two arms and a leg to live there so we should still reap some benefits from all the months of rent. And so, while it was very hard on my conscience, I pretended not to notice when he loaded up the truck and drove over there.
ANYWAY.
Long story long, I called and we now have completely legal trash pickup scheduled for Monday morning. We had decided to not go with their recyclable service, but the lady started talking about how $1,000 a month from their recycling profits goes towards the Wounded Warrior Fund and wouldn't I love to help those in need? All you have to do is tell me something is going to help those in need and I'm all WHERE DO I SIGN? Besides, I am terrible at saying no when people ask for things and I figured I could always cancel later. You know what the problem with this is? I went with this company over the other because it was one dollar cheaper per quarter and a dollar saved is a dollar earned. The recycling cost $15 a quarter so I just lost us $14 in my attempts to save us one. Is anyone surprised I'm not a math teacher?
In other equally riveting life events, look what I have on the calendar for tomorrow.
I'm nor sure what's more exciting: the arrival of our new trashcan or the fact that our toilet seats won't be falling off anymore.
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I assume by toilet fixer you mean plumber haha!
I love many things about this post, as per usual. First, you have to call to arrange trash service and then pay a trash company? In America? I've never heard of this! Our trash people just come no matter who lives there and you don't have to pay a separate bill - just included in your normal taxes!
Also, I love that Christopher has been secretly depositing your household trash into other dumpsters. That cracks me up, and it certainly beat littering.
Yay to all of the above, it's amazing as adults what we get excited for. :)
hahhaaha "toilet fixer" - love it!
And Steve is going to have to accidentally leave a broken fan at work soon since I don't know where to put it in our trash mound outside and I don't want the Korean guards to give me dirty looks for bringing forbidden trash down there. Some #housewifeprobs for sure, huh?
And that's just the beginning of motherhood. But hey, at least you now have it done!
That reminds me, I need to call our toilet fixer. The seat falls off, because I sit on the lid while washing up Maddie. When will I learn?
I just had to do the same thing! As in get trash set up - talk about learning something new every day! Who knew there were places where you didn't just put your trash out and people picked it up! You actually had to arrange such a thing! Blows my mind.
Hahaha this post is amazing as usual. I had to call to set up trash services in a house I lived in during college, and I was PETRIFIED because I had no idea what I was doing. And I had to have some special sticker I had to pay for for the recycling bins and a trash can JUST The right size OR ELSE. I'm still stressed about it. Props to you!
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