today’s project (don’t worry this spate of projects and posting about projects will end quickly. i miss my days of leisure) involved a ridiculous amount of recyclables and summoning up the courage to go the the recycle place.
net time: 3 hours
breakdown:
2 hours spent sorting thru everything that could be recycled in the lean-to of the side yard. this involved touching many things which cats had sprayed urine on. also throwing away many things which hindered access to garbage cans full of PBR cans my brother left here over 3 years ago. smashing process also took a while. i smashed and i smashed and i smashed. from my one previous trial run going to a recycle plant ($7) i learned you have to unscrew the lids from all the plastic bottles. so i had to do that too. i now have blisters FROM UNSCREWING LIDS.
30 minutes spent convincing myself i could deal with recycle plant attendants.
conversation with self:
michele, you can do this. it’s not so scary. they will not bite you. sure you have SIX CANS of recyclables. but they exist to take them off your hands. all right, yes, you are wearing your glasses which make you have trepidations about going out in public, but you know what? pink eye is not for the faint of heart. buck up, missy! just ignore the smell of your car and the smell of the recycle plant area, take some hand sanitizer along, avoid eye contact and get it done!
i was unsuccessful.
so i had kris pump me up via instant message for a little bit. then i left the house! annnnd promptly detoured to jo-ann’s fabric because the wait was too long for recycling. eventually though, i had success.
30 minutes to actually drive to, get rid of and be paid for the recyclables. only marginally terrifying. at one point the attendant did ask me in a sort of world-weary annoyed voice, “is this all of it?” and i had to reply in a subservient apologetic cringing murmer, “no.”
net pay: $38.71.
not too shabby. except for how it was 3 hours of work and means i am making like minimum wage. what’s minimum wage? it’s probably not $13/hour. whatever. time for left over pizza and some well deserved couch time.