I signed up for curbside recycling about a month ago, and received my big blue bins right away, but no one has picked up our recyclables for three weeks now. They just sit at the curb all lonely, and all the trash bags are picked up, but not our bins of bottles and cans. (Now the neighbors know we are drunks, too.) My neighbors put their bins (but a different color and for a different company) on the curb on a different day, so I was really confused. I just received the bill, so I called Republic, and they were actually pretty helpful.
Apparently the city contracts three different companies to pick up recycling (maybe that’s part of the financial loss we incur with the program, huh?), and our next-door neighbor and another house on the other side of us are both in a different company’s district. How can we live in between houses on the same block and have service from a different company? Anyway, the CSR put more notes on our file so the truck will find us next week and credited us for January, and I took the excess recyclables to the free dropoff anyway so no landfill space was wasted, so all is well.
I’ve only been getting to the gym by myself about once a week, so I went with a coworker to our on-site fitness center today during lunch. Somehow I got sucked into a circuit training session with about eight guys (who smelled awful by the time we were done; why is guy sweat so much stinkier?), and now I’m really worn out. It’s bizarre to take a shower in the middle of the day at work, and next time I should bring shampoo and remember to eat more breakfast so I don’t feel like passing out! It was a good workout, but one station was jumping jacks, and the last time I did those I peed my pants. (Years ago, mind you, but jjs are a big problem for me!) I was warned ahead of time that jjs were in this circuit so I wisely used the restroom first.
In other exciting news, David vacuumed the basement last night, and I was ecstatic! The dog hair really gets to me.