ecoFAIL

The continuation and conclusion of the composting saga...

In November (and just for reference I started all this in August), I attended the Green Festival. There I ran into a representative from the people that manage the bins. I unloaded all my woes and problems I had encountered trying to get a simple green bin into my complex. They took my number and said they would be more than happy to help me convince my building manager to get a green bin into the trash room. I felt empowered! I long ago gave up on trying to do this myself, but now I could have a professional help me! Someone who knew what the rebuttals would be and how to refute them. Someone who had experience with resistance. At last we would finally get the bin.

Or not, well not really. After going back and forth giving them the apartment building name, the name and number of the manager, and all kinds of other information, I realized that to convince the manager to give us a green bin he had to be reached. They never got a hold of him and he never returned their phone calls. It’s too bad I have no idea where he is located or I would go bang on his door and talk to him face to face.

In the end they gave us our mini household bin to put our scraps in and suggested when just throw it in a neighbors bin. So every once in awhile one of us can be seen in the early or late hours of the day hastily running across the street and quickly tossing in our small green bag into someone else’s bin before darting off up the street. I am just waiting for the day when some angry face appears in the door or yells down from the window wanting to know exactly what I’m up to.

All of this just so I don’t feel guilty. I never thought that in a city with their own composting program it would be so hard to actually compost.