Thursday is Garbage Day
And I am.
I'm the nerd shuffling out in her jammies and headset at 11:30 Thursday morning, usually engrossed in a conference call, trying to beat the recycling truck to the curb. Classy, I know. It's not easy, this garbage thing. The pressure grows every week to conform to the neighbourhood. Trying to keep up with the Jones' has taken on a whole new meaning.
Next week, I'm going to set my alarm clock earlier.
There are days when I miss the old familiar "garbage chute". Back then, any day you needed to get rid of a Hefty Bag was garbage day.
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