This goes out to the folks in my apartment building; the one that overlooks a large downtown hill…
I know the garbage room is small and there are barely enough bins to put stuff in… but… but…
But…
C’mon!
You can do better than this!
Every week I go in there and see shit thrown everywhere. Half-eaten pizzas tossed on the floor, open bags of half recycling stuff and some garbage pitched in from a distance. Full garbage bags sitting on the floor while the containers sit half empty.
It’s not like
there is some crazy system at work down there that is impossible to decipher. There are four kinds of stuff and they are all clearly labeled.
Last week someone threw an entire roasted chicken in the cardboard recycling bin. Just under the giant sign that says “Cardboard”. A whole chicken. Jesus.
I know we are smart enough to understand how this is supposed to work. To me, this just feels like passive aggression? “No one’s gonna make me separate plastic…grumble grumble.” (Pitches open bag of crap in doorway)
This is not that hard. The Supers do their best to stay on top of it and I am sure there are plenty of us who stow their shit correctly and try to get others garbage off the floor.
But you have to try a little bit. You know who you are. You are not better or more interesting than the rest of us and sooner or later the mice (oh yes, there are mice) will come for your apartment too.
I am tired of picking up your shit.—Neba
This article appears in Apr 8-14, 2010.
Sounds like a microcosm of the litter situation. people in this city are pigs. I pick up some litter on my way home from work but it’s a bit disheartening to walk by St. Pat’s looking like the landfill exploded.
Too right Calvin. I can find my way to my new Gulag from the bus stop in Dartmouth Crossing just by following the trail of Tim’s cups, beer cans, fast food wrappers and automotive parts. I’d say send a dump truck through the downtown twice a day, round up every panhandler and squeegie punk, send them out to places like this where they can pick up trash and sort recyclables for 8 hrs. and then pay em off in food vouchers from chain restaurants. If they still had the energy to light up some rock or argue with the Venusians in their heads they would at least have the satisfaction of having done a day’s work—just like the rest of us.
Sounds like a potential health and safety hazard, and fire hazard. Call the fire dept and NS Dept of Health and Safety and report the building owners….only when the owners see the potential for money loss will they do something about it. Tenants are just tenants, nothing more.
but o.p., after chicken dries out, it tastes like cardboard, so they were half right.