Moving and Cockroach Poop.
Tomorrow is my last day of work here in Arizona. WOOT! If anyone knows of any jobs available in Tacoma . . .
Dave and I have been exercising our mad-off-loading skilz by dumping absolutely everything we possibly can before we go. And let me tell you, since I have Dave, there are a LOT of things I find I can do without. Most everything we don't want has been taken to the nearby dumpster. There was talk of possibly hauling everything to the local Goodwill, but when you have dumpster-divers as enthusiastic as the ones who live in our apartment complex (or don't, most likely), it just seems like too much effort to make on behalf of all the stuff we care so little about. So into the dumpster it goes. And then right back out again in someone else's hands.
The very real problems with dumpster diving are
a) sanitation standards are at an all time low (even when you're hauling away furniture that's been left BY the dumpster, you still don't know where it's been, what's been done ON it, IN it, etc)
b) security of your personal information (unless you shred all sensitive documents, which we do)
So we've just made a rather prolific dump, which vastly improved our moods and the general air quality of our apartment, and we walk away contented, knowing that somewhere, some lucky bastard was going to make out like a bandit (literally) with all our old, broken, scuffed, stained, scratched, and BUG POOP RIDDEN leavings.
That's right, folks - BUG POOP RIDDEN. An unfortunate circumstance of our apartment complex is that we have cockroaches. Little ones, mind you, but still roaches. Additionally unfortunate is that when the complex comes in to "spray" your apartment for bugs, they use a combination of hydrogen and oxygen that is COMPLETELY USELESS in the elimination of anything except extreme dryness. So the bugs remained, and worse, they shat on every nook and cranny of our kitchen that wasn't constantly exposed to use or light. This was a major factor in determining what to dump and what not to dump. I think a few precious cookbooks were thoroughly disinfected and salvaged (though the haz mat suits we needed were really expensive, so we just decided to rent them by the hour), but pretty much anything else shat upon was unceremoniously disposed of with all possible haste.
So we've made our dump, and we go out and about, and when we come back, we notice a small woman standing outside our dumpster. Not surprising; we knew what she was after. Her mate (we're assuming . . .) was crawling out of the dumpster as we approached, and he began handing her several items, all of which we noticed were formerly ours. Coincidence? I think not. We kept walking towards our apartment, but suddenly I stopped. For health and safety reasons, I couldn't contain myself.
"Just make sure you wash all that stuff before you use it," I called. "Yeah, that stuff was ours, and we have cockroaches in our apartment that pooped on a lot of that stuff. So just make sure you clean it well. Night!"
Dave almost crapped his pants trying not to burst out laughing.
Let this be a lesson: FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS DUMPSTER DIVE!
Dave and I have been exercising our mad-off-loading skilz by dumping absolutely everything we possibly can before we go. And let me tell you, since I have Dave, there are a LOT of things I find I can do without. Most everything we don't want has been taken to the nearby dumpster. There was talk of possibly hauling everything to the local Goodwill, but when you have dumpster-divers as enthusiastic as the ones who live in our apartment complex (or don't, most likely), it just seems like too much effort to make on behalf of all the stuff we care so little about. So into the dumpster it goes. And then right back out again in someone else's hands.
The very real problems with dumpster diving are
a) sanitation standards are at an all time low (even when you're hauling away furniture that's been left BY the dumpster, you still don't know where it's been, what's been done ON it, IN it, etc)
b) security of your personal information (unless you shred all sensitive documents, which we do)
So we've just made a rather prolific dump, which vastly improved our moods and the general air quality of our apartment, and we walk away contented, knowing that somewhere, some lucky bastard was going to make out like a bandit (literally) with all our old, broken, scuffed, stained, scratched, and BUG POOP RIDDEN leavings.
That's right, folks - BUG POOP RIDDEN. An unfortunate circumstance of our apartment complex is that we have cockroaches. Little ones, mind you, but still roaches. Additionally unfortunate is that when the complex comes in to "spray" your apartment for bugs, they use a combination of hydrogen and oxygen that is COMPLETELY USELESS in the elimination of anything except extreme dryness. So the bugs remained, and worse, they shat on every nook and cranny of our kitchen that wasn't constantly exposed to use or light. This was a major factor in determining what to dump and what not to dump. I think a few precious cookbooks were thoroughly disinfected and salvaged (though the haz mat suits we needed were really expensive, so we just decided to rent them by the hour), but pretty much anything else shat upon was unceremoniously disposed of with all possible haste.
So we've made our dump, and we go out and about, and when we come back, we notice a small woman standing outside our dumpster. Not surprising; we knew what she was after. Her mate (we're assuming . . .) was crawling out of the dumpster as we approached, and he began handing her several items, all of which we noticed were formerly ours. Coincidence? I think not. We kept walking towards our apartment, but suddenly I stopped. For health and safety reasons, I couldn't contain myself.
"Just make sure you wash all that stuff before you use it," I called. "Yeah, that stuff was ours, and we have cockroaches in our apartment that pooped on a lot of that stuff. So just make sure you clean it well. Night!"
Dave almost crapped his pants trying not to burst out laughing.
Let this be a lesson: FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS DUMPSTER DIVE!