Good thing that as house renters, we don't have to pay taxes on where my roommate and I live.
Tuesdays are trash days around the neighborhood. About seven months ago, the city changed garbage haulers, presumably for the reason that pick-up times were inconsistent. By "inconsistent", it could mean pickup anytime between 9AM and 3PM. Wherever I have been, I have noticed a wide gap in pickup times, but it really had no effect; at least I knew the trash would be picked up that day.
I actually favor later pickup times. If I didn't have time to take out the trash the previous day, or if I wanted to spend that pickup morning giving the house or refrigerator an extra cleaning, that chance ought to be afforded to me.
Not anymore with our current hauler. I could not tell you the last time I was successfully able to get our trash out more than two weeks in a row. I'm sorry I am not able to get up before 8AM half the time, since work dictates I work afternoons. Many times I am too tired to get right to the trash when I get home, figuring there'd be a window to get it out in the morning. I lose that fight more often than not -- like I just did moments before I began writing this entry.
This week there wasn't much - the house was in decent shape and the refrigerator holds fresh food. But had I been an actual taxpayer, I would have been beating down the doors of city hall seven months ago, asking why the change was necessary. Life schedules should not center around what time the trash is picked up.
