Just finished building up a bicycle today. As I walked it down the ally I was in a very good state of mind for the first time all week. I rolled the bike in to the livingroom very proud of my creation as I looked down at the bike…Arrrggh! Dog Shit!
People who let their dogs crap out on the sidwalk and don’t pick it up are the same as that piece of crap on my livingroom floor.
More and more I’m seeing this kind of attitude. I’m constantly picking up after people who are just too lazy to throw their trash away, break down box’s, stay up late to all hours partying without regard to anyone around them.
Ok enough of the rant.
Trash duty is the worst part of the job here. I remember when we first moved here and the previous manager had abandoned the buildings, I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t even know till the third day that there was a trash shoot in my main building. The trash was literally up to the 3rd floor in the trash shoot. When I opened the door it was packed solid in the boiler room trash door I reached in to pull out some trash and got immediatly slashed with a piece of glass and started bleeding profusely.
I’ve found some strange stuff there.
The trash guys told me that years ago there was a hot girl up on one of the floors that use too drop naked pictures of herself, not sure if it was on purpose…man I wish she still lived here. Tons of medications and once about a half a dozen dildos found their way to the top of the heap. I put those sticking out of the trash in various angles for the trash guys, so when they picked up they’d have to wonder.
The toughest is the cat litter, sometimes I can barely budge some of those barrels…
Well enough trash talk…
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