Feels like a Wednesday

On occasion, people lose track of which day of the week it is. They say things like, "it doesn't feel like a Tuesday," or, "I can't believe it's Friday already. It feels like Thursday." Usually this is due to a long weekend shortening the work week. However, I always know what Wednesday feels like. This post came about when a coworker of mine said, "it doesn't feel like Wednesday," and I replied, "oh yes, it does! It feels exactly like Wednesday."

Every Wednesday feels the same. It feels like getting screwed over by the recycling truck. If I haven't been screwed over by the recycling truck, it's not Wednesday. If I don't have the recycling on the curb by 7am, that's when the truck comes. They roll by super early and then I have to wait until the following week to unload all that recycling. The worst is when hear the truck coming down the street and I run out with the recycling in my underwear and they're already six houses down and aren't looking back. They screwed me!

That means I have to set my alarm for 6:40 so I can hit snooze once before taking the bin out to the curb. However, the recycling truck knows that if I make it out there by 7, they take their time and roll by at 10am. Screwed me again!

Most nights I can't set it outside ahead of time because the wind is so strong here. Sometimes though when it's calm, I'll set it out and feel proud of myself. But then again, the recycling truck doesn't roll by until after 10am. Bastards!

So when it's windy (which is most of the time) I have to get up super early to get the recycling out. And then I either miss the truck, or I miss out on sleeping in. A lot of the time it's both. Feels exactly like a Wednesday.