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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I bring my bin out on Thursday evenings, or before I leave for work in the morning before 7am, as I am instructed. I place my compost bin next to my driveway, as is expected. Problem is, the previous owners of my house used to put it in front of the house where there is no driveway, and I suppose this confuses the compost picker-uppers. I have called every couple of weeks for the last 15 months to inform them that my compost hasn't been picked up, they apologize, and often send someone by to finally pick it up. So if they can do it when I call to remind them, why can't they pick it up on the day it's assigned to be picked up? Last summer my compost was full to the brim and covered in maggots because the truck didn't pick it up for literally weeks. I do NOT want that to happen again, and I'd also appreciate not having to call every week.
After calling numerous times about it, I even asked if what I was doing was correct, and was informed that I was doing everything correctly. I never get a sticker on my cart for having the wrong stuff in my bin, they just drive right past it and don't pick it up. Every. Goddamn. Week. —Thank God I'm Moving Soon
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