At the end of my work week, I do chores at the shop services building, including gathering up the contents of break room and bathroom garbage cans into one big black bag and driving it up the hill to the dumpster.
Yesterday, I discovered I still had the garbage bag sitting in the break room after I had washed and put my truck away, and there was only 15 minutes left to get everything else done.
I quickly asked my coworkers if any of them still had a rig out, and none of them did.
"Don't sweat it. There's always mañana," one of them said.
There was no way I was going to leave that garbage there for someone else to deal with, so I lifted it up from the container and found that it wasn't as heavy as I'd feared. I carried it across the drive through, up the hill to the parking lot, found a path that went to the top of the hill where the dumpster sat. I walked as quickly as I could, and didn't get winded until I was a few steps from the top. I hurried across the flat top to the dumpster, heaved it in.
I decided to take the back road back down to the building, where I was rewarded with the discovery of finding the "doggy spa" were the official Parks and Rec dog stays when off-duty during work hours. I got down to the buildings, ran the recycling bins into their places, and still made it back to the break room, going in through the back door with 5 minutes to spare.
"There is no mañana! I carried it up to the top. I did it today."
"How do you feel?" the co-worker asked.
"PROUD," I crowed.
"Awesome! Give yourself a pat on the back!"
I didn't. Not until after I wrote this.
photo of dumpster from some other place, some other web page
Yesterday, I discovered I still had the garbage bag sitting in the break room after I had washed and put my truck away, and there was only 15 minutes left to get everything else done.
I quickly asked my coworkers if any of them still had a rig out, and none of them did.
"Don't sweat it. There's always mañana," one of them said.
There was no way I was going to leave that garbage there for someone else to deal with, so I lifted it up from the container and found that it wasn't as heavy as I'd feared. I carried it across the drive through, up the hill to the parking lot, found a path that went to the top of the hill where the dumpster sat. I walked as quickly as I could, and didn't get winded until I was a few steps from the top. I hurried across the flat top to the dumpster, heaved it in.
I decided to take the back road back down to the building, where I was rewarded with the discovery of finding the "doggy spa" were the official Parks and Rec dog stays when off-duty during work hours. I got down to the buildings, ran the recycling bins into their places, and still made it back to the break room, going in through the back door with 5 minutes to spare.
"There is no mañana! I carried it up to the top. I did it today."
"How do you feel?" the co-worker asked.
"PROUD," I crowed.
"Awesome! Give yourself a pat on the back!"
I didn't. Not until after I wrote this.
photo of dumpster from some other place, some other web page
