Stupid Garbage Man
Here is a copy of the e-mail that I just sent to my town. I little disjointed perhaps, but waking up to garbage all over my lawn is NOT my idea of a good morning. Although writing this has made me feel better.
First of all, I wish that there was a place that I could publicly place this complaint. A wall or something, but no worries, I'll post in on facebook and on my blog.
I'm at my last straw with our garbage man. I have lived in my house for five years and the entire time that I've been here, he's been nothing but rude. I can't for the life of me figure out what time he comes so that I know what time to put out the garbage. Some days he is here by 7:30 am, other days it's not until after 10am. Today he arrived at 9:10am. When we were first here, we didn't know when he came and once we did, we sometimes forgot. So a couple times when we heard him coming, we would hurry and get the garbage out so he could pick it up and he was VERY rude about it. I even had him pound on my door one time and yell at me that the garbage had to be out by 8am. Good to know, but you could have told me politely. Since that time we get our garbage out by 8am, but he's rarely here before 9:30 it seems.
But today was the final straw. When we moved into our house, my dad Craig Schindler, who lives down the street, informed us that the garbage man doesn't want the garbage put out in the cans. I asked about it getting spread around by dogs, and my dad said that the garbage man has said that he will clean up the mess. Well, at that time, and again now, we had a baby, which means dirty diapers, and we already have trouble with dogs getting into our garbage in the back yard, so I knew it would be a problem on the street, so I have always put my garbage out in the cans, to save having to clean up a mess all over the street. So each week the garbage man, clearly frustrated at having my garbage in cans, throws my cans down when he's done and who knows what happens to the lids (we very often have to go looking up and down the street to find them). Well, we missed garbage day last week because we were away, so we had extra this week, and it wouldn't fit in the cans. So last night I put my garbage out (at night because I was hoping my baby would sleep in and I didn't want to miss garbage day again), and one bag wouldn't fit in the cans, so I put it out beside the cans recalling what I had been told. Well, my baby didn't let me sleep this morning, and when I got up my garbage was scattered all over my yard and two neighbour's yards. I thought about just leaving it for the garbage man to clean up, seeing as he said he would, but I didn't feel very good about that. So I grabbed a new bag, took my baby outside and starting cleaning it up. I was still cleaning it up when the garbage man came around. He looked at my garbage, emptied the cans and left the rest, I tried to talk to him to tell him that he needed to take the bag I was cleaning up, but he just sneered at me and drove away. So here I am left to clean up the diapers all over my lawn (which just for interests sake were covered in blood, so a dog obviously cut himself on my garbage) and now I still have a bag of garbage left for next week.
I'm not sure what can be done about this, but I figure if I'm frustrated, I'm not the only one. Thank you for your time, I"m sorry this isn't written better, but I'm a little frustrated right now.
First of all, I wish that there was a place that I could publicly place this complaint. A wall or something, but no worries, I'll post in on facebook and on my blog.
I'm at my last straw with our garbage man. I have lived in my house for five years and the entire time that I've been here, he's been nothing but rude. I can't for the life of me figure out what time he comes so that I know what time to put out the garbage. Some days he is here by 7:30 am, other days it's not until after 10am. Today he arrived at 9:10am. When we were first here, we didn't know when he came and once we did, we sometimes forgot. So a couple times when we heard him coming, we would hurry and get the garbage out so he could pick it up and he was VERY rude about it. I even had him pound on my door one time and yell at me that the garbage had to be out by 8am. Good to know, but you could have told me politely. Since that time we get our garbage out by 8am, but he's rarely here before 9:30 it seems.
But today was the final straw. When we moved into our house, my dad Craig Schindler, who lives down the street, informed us that the garbage man doesn't want the garbage put out in the cans. I asked about it getting spread around by dogs, and my dad said that the garbage man has said that he will clean up the mess. Well, at that time, and again now, we had a baby, which means dirty diapers, and we already have trouble with dogs getting into our garbage in the back yard, so I knew it would be a problem on the street, so I have always put my garbage out in the cans, to save having to clean up a mess all over the street. So each week the garbage man, clearly frustrated at having my garbage in cans, throws my cans down when he's done and who knows what happens to the lids (we very often have to go looking up and down the street to find them). Well, we missed garbage day last week because we were away, so we had extra this week, and it wouldn't fit in the cans. So last night I put my garbage out (at night because I was hoping my baby would sleep in and I didn't want to miss garbage day again), and one bag wouldn't fit in the cans, so I put it out beside the cans recalling what I had been told. Well, my baby didn't let me sleep this morning, and when I got up my garbage was scattered all over my yard and two neighbour's yards. I thought about just leaving it for the garbage man to clean up, seeing as he said he would, but I didn't feel very good about that. So I grabbed a new bag, took my baby outside and starting cleaning it up. I was still cleaning it up when the garbage man came around. He looked at my garbage, emptied the cans and left the rest, I tried to talk to him to tell him that he needed to take the bag I was cleaning up, but he just sneered at me and drove away. So here I am left to clean up the diapers all over my lawn (which just for interests sake were covered in blood, so a dog obviously cut himself on my garbage) and now I still have a bag of garbage left for next week.
I'm not sure what can be done about this, but I figure if I'm frustrated, I'm not the only one. Thank you for your time, I"m sorry this isn't written better, but I'm a little frustrated right now.
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