It's Always the Little Things

UPDATE:  Microwave oven in the green waste bin.  Grrrrrrr.   Why don't I say something, you ask?  Yeah, well, herein lies the deficit in assertiveness :P

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It is possibly saying more about me than anyone else, and I may be really anal, but I judge people on the way they bin stuff.

Here in Oz we have a three-bin rubbish system.  One bin for tip rubbish, one bin for green garden waste, one bin for recycling.

I have this anal idea that we should put the right things in the right bins because then the world runs better.  Because the world doesn't end outside my front door and all, you know?

So yeah, I do, I judge people when they don't bin stuff in the right way because it says something to me about how they don't give a shit.  Like, when people don't wash their recycling stuff, I get annoyed about that, too.  Because there is some poor dude at the other end of the line who is sorting our recycling stuff into piles.  And I like to think about him or her and wash the coconut cream out of the tin so it doesn't stink right up their nose and right into their crappy, boring job.

But some people just don't think about those sorts of things.  My neighbours, for example. Our properties are on the one block and we share rubbish bins.  We also share utilities - water, gas and electricity - because our properties aren't separately metered.  This wasn't a problem when my landlord lived in the house.  It wasn't a problem when the last lot of people lived here.  It's a problem with the current people living here.

Our relationship has deteriorated like last week's dinner seeping out through the bottom of the garbage bag.

They put green waste in the recycle bin.  They put clothes in the recycle bin.  They put rubbish in the green waste bin.

But then, they're the types of people who tell me that no, they're not going to accept my word that I've only been here for X amount of days in a given billing period when a bill comes in.  They expect me to pay half and half all the way down the line.  Because, as they say - and I quote - "how do we know you're not coming back here during the day and doing your washing?"

Because I wouldn't be that fucking tight, you turd.

These are the people that in the process of getting me to pay my half for the bill, have actually got me to pay MORE than half.  I know this because I just saw the bill come in the letterbox.  The final notice bill that they still haven't bothered paying yet.

I feel my anger rise.  And it is good.  Do you know I'm just too accommodating for my own good sometimes?  I was actually going to offer them when I get rid of the old fridge and washing machine to the steel recycler firm, I was going to ask them if they wanted their old fridge and washing machine picked up that they've had sitting in the garage.  The same fridge and washing machine that have now gone, leaving behind my stuff.  Of course.

See, I dunno, but I hate conflict, and I love people being in agreement with each other, even if they see things differently.  But these people just behave like shitheads.  And yeah, I know - I'm not in the least bit deluded that they probably have stories of their own to describe why they are now behaving like turds with Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  For all I know, I look really shithouse in their eyes too. 

Still, sometimes you just gotta grit your teeth and feel the anger.  The anger is an energy that is warning you that your boundaries are being violated by people who, while accusing you of fleecing them on the bills, try to fleece you in the process.

And this is my blog and they're not here and so I can say, fuck you, you brats.  I can't wait to see the last of you.



Do I feel better?  Yes, yes, in fact I do!  :D