There are 12 flats.
We have 6 blue sacks for paper, newspaper, thin card and so on.
We have 12 black boxes for glass bottles, glass jars, plastic bottles, plastic jars, plastic punnets, tins, cans, foil takeaway Indian meal trays, bottle tops et cetera.
At the supermarket, there is a recycle bin for plastic bags, along with skips for all the above and paper-based drinks cartons.
We have two skips for general rubbish.
We have a compost heap for apple cores, banana peels, carrot and onion tops and bottoms, carrot peelings, potato peelings, onion skins, teabags, peach pits, cherry pits, plum stones, grass clippings, wilted cut flowers and so on.
There are places about 10 miles away for recycling corrugated cardboard ... in the same giant skips as the stuff that goes in the blue sacks.
There's just about enough room in the two skips for all our rubbish for two weeks.
Every two weeks, except when it's going to be really windy and it'd be funny not to bother, the council contractors come round and empty the (1 or 2) blue sacks and (1 to 3) black boxes from the roadside into their recycling truck.
On the weeks between, they come round and empty the skips into the rubbish truck ... if they can get to them
Now, based on the above, you'd think it'd make sense for each flat to have a bin, a black box, a blue sack and a small bucket; for everyone to put all their recyclable stuff into the appropriate containers; for someone from each flat to empty the compost bucket onto the heap every day; for someone from each flat to put the black boxes and blue sacks out every fortnight just in time for collection; for someone from each flat to put bin liners full of rubbish into the skips just in time for that collection and whenever the bins get full and for people to get their boxes and sacks back after the recycling collection.This is not happening.
Recycling? Never heard of it, apparently. EVERYTHING goes in the bin ... or, in some cases, out of the window into the parking area. This means the boxes and sacks aren't seeing much use and there's a lot of stuff that should be in them going into the skips instead. This, in turn, means that the skip right in front of a person entering the dustbin compound fills up in about a week. If *I*
swap the skips round on recycling collection day, moving the full one to the corner and the empty one to that spot in front of the gate, which involves moving one about 2m forwards, the other about 2m sideways and the first one about 3m diagonally, people will then put their bags of rubbish and recyclable stuff into the empty skip. If I, personally, do not do this thing for them, they are all completely incapable of putting their rubbish bags into the empty skip and will dump them on the ground in front of the full one instead. Once this has begun, they continue to do it. Even if I (yes, me again, as in "It's all about me" or, in this case, "It's all on me!") swap the skips over *and* pick up all their shit and put it into the empty skip so that there are no bags on the ground and there is space in the skip in front of the gate, they still dump their bags on the ground. If there is a heap of bags on the ground, the contracted collection people can't roll the skips out to their truck. They're not paid to pick up bags, so they don't. Instead, they leave one full skip, one empty skip and a huge heap of bags on the ground *untouched*. This means that the skips aren't emptied. There's enough room in them for maybe 16 days' rubbish. There'd be room for a lot more than that if people bothered with recycling, but people don't bother with recycling. This week, I tore up the bags on the ground (cats, rats or whatever had already started the job by this point) and took out the recyclable stuff to reduce the bulk of them so that I could get them into the skips. I, personally, without being paid for it, picked up other people's shit and put it in the bins for them, AGAIN. Then I started on the gardening thing that's been eating my free time and wearing on my knees for weeks now, and while I was doing that someone came and dumped a bag of rubbish on the ground in front of the skips, and I heard recyclable stuff in it go "clink" as he did. I couldn't really say anything about it at the time because I'd have been in trouble for threatening him with the shovel, so his bag of rubbish remains on the ground.
I'm away for next recycling day. Know what that means? It means the skips won't be swapped round to enable these morons to get their bags of shit into skips, and all their shit will be piling up on the ground. I think I'll let it. I can take my rubbish somewhere else to get rid of it, so I'll be able to say it's not my fault, I can let it all build up, I can find someone to clear it all out, I can write him a cheque and get a receipt and I can get a refund from the company funds. Those funds come from all of us, though, so I'd be paying 1/12 the cost, and I shouldn't have to. People should be capable of handling a system this simple.
Maybe if I could wipe out the people in the other 11 flats, convert four of them into a luxurious new home for myself, move there, demolish the rest and replace them with garden, I could have rid of these problems ... and only have to pick up after the selfish, idle, inconsiderate, egocentric, obnoxious twats that throw shit over the fences and walls into the garden. *headdesk*
Humans. Humans, bloody everywhere. I am surrounded by humans, I tell you!
Now I feel bad for wasting time typing this when I could have been signing petitions calling for a 15-year-old girl not
to be raped as punishment for her brother having entered an "inter-racial" relationship. Yes, REALLY. Fucking INDIA, man!
Ever want to massacre a village council? I'll refund the cost of the sword. I *can't* rant about that. There ... words ... I don't ... you ... how ... Yeah, not able to rant even semi-coherently about that one at all.