Why am I so grumpy?

Why am I so grumpy? On the face of it I have no real need to be grumpy. I have a job, a lovely girlfriend, great parents and good set of friends but the slightest thing still makes me grumpy, miserable and frustrated.

Thursday, 3 December 2009

It's rubbish

So, there's a bin next to my desk at work. A regular bin, nothing out of the ordinary about it and I'm happy to have it there. However, there's one crucial problem about it - the size of the bags that the cleaners put in it. As soon as you place anything in there it comes loose and you have to put your hands in there (with colleagues' gum, napkins and swine flu tissues) to sort it out.

Now don't get me wrong, it's a great situation to have a bin there. Many people would love to have a ready supply of bins that are regularly emptied, and I do too. But why can't they put big enough bags in there? Surely the cleaners must get annoyed with the situation as people (not me) start slopping their waste down the side of the bin. This then needs cleaning which requires cleaning products, time and effort. All for the sake of a badly sized bag.

Surely a simple thing to rectify but nobody seems to care enough to do anything about it.

p.s. the bags are a bit thin too and don't take to plastic cutlery well but I'll save that for another day.

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