Remember this photo I took on, oh Wednesday?

Three days later I go to finally take my recycling out. Only to discover that one of the bins (the brown one) has vanished. Gone. Disappeared. THERE NO LONGER. The thing is, the bins are inside a gated alleyway. Which means that it must be either someone from the council or one of my dear, dear neighbours ( Read more... )

Observe: the communal recycling bins!


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I am sick and fucking tired of being the only one who cares about anything in this neighbourhood besides their own precious ass. My paper recycling has sat on the street for over a week in overtly optimistic wish that it would get collected. It hasn't (more on this later). But in the meanwhile people see fit to use it as a normal bin and chuck in ( Read more... )

Here's the thing: I'm a very patient and understanding person. I am, ask anyone. But, you see, when my patience finally runs out, it tends to do so with some interesting results. And lots and lots of words.

I have filled an official complaint form to the council regarding the situation with my recycling services. Here is the statement I plan on ( Read more... )

I'm in an irritable mood this morning. Observe the recycling fail across the board:

1. When I move in I ask my landlord about recycling. He own the house and deals with the normal bins, surely he should know? He says there was no recycling (WRONG INFORMATION) and proceeded to rant about how it's a waste of time anyway and he hated dealing with ( Read more... )