I am having a very hard time believing that my life has completely changed and that Covid is to blame. Prime example would be my trash service, or rather lack of it. I got my bill. I picked up the phone and called the office and paid my bill. I know if I do not pay when I get the bill that I will do the procrastination thing and end up receiving a friendly reminder. Most of my bills are on level pay with an automatic deduction from my bank account. This one is one I need to pay every 3 months, so I paid it.
Next week I did not have much trash and so I am not sure if it was picked up or not. Week 2 and no trash pickup. So I called the office. "Oh for sure! So sorry! Shall I send a special truck out?" I did not think that was necessary.
Week three and the trash is now up over the top and the neighbor cats are having a field day! So once more I called the woman who is now my sounding board for frustrated old ladies who are spending a lot of time on the back burner!
Of course she checked and they must have just missed me quite by accident. Could I just load it into the car and bring it out to the yard? This struck me as rather ludicrous to say the very least! I am 80 years old and drive a Honda Fit! I am doing damn good to get a bag of groceries in it! Trash is heavy and this is now beginning to smell like garbage. I do not want to touch it, let alone load it in my car and haul it somewhere that I do not know where it is. She assured me that this time my trash would be picked up next Thursday as scheduled. Or Friday if it snowed, which of course it did.
By this time, the dumpster was overflowing, so I had wrapped it with a rubber rope and taken it to my back door to deter the 8 cats that live next door and love to forage. So, I pulled it to the front yard for the trash man on Thursday. It set on the front parking all Thursday night. I did not untie the rope. I thought I would run out when the man arrived.
Friday morning dawned and my hopes soared. Friday night I dejectedly drug that damn thing back to the back yard! Saturday we repeated the scenario. Today is Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday. My trash day is Thursday. I am beginning to see a pattern here. Had I not paid my bill, they would tell me my trash would not be picked up because I did not pay. So...... now what?
I will call out there tomorrow and she will tell me how sorry she is, but you know what? Sorry doesn't cut it. Society has rules and one of them is that we pay our bills on time. I did that and here I set a month later with the same damn trash that I had when I paid my trash bill!
So, do you have any idea how I can get all that trash in my car to haul it across town? Will the secretary come to my car and unload it for me? Or better yet maybe I can just take the tote up to South Road and leave it there. Someone will see their name on the side and report it as abandoned. Course that does not do anything about the 3 months of service that I have paid for, does it?
I will call the company Monday and the lady will be very sorry, but you know what, sister? Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. I am 80 years old and tired of being screwed with. Every bill I have is on auto pay so I do not have to screw with people who do not give a damn about whether my trash gets hauled off or not! You are not the only trash company in town so here is the deal.... I am going to send you a copy of this blog and then Monday morning I am going to call you, cancel by service and demand my money back. Then I am going to call the Better Business Bureau and tout you as the worst trash service in town.
If you are so busy that you can not service your customers, you sure do not need any new ones!
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