Compost It.

So.   I thought that drinking and smoking while eating barbeque potato chips on a Wednesday night would be a perfect time to blog.  Ya, that’s me going crazy.  That’s what constitutes crazy at 35 with a “serious” day job.   Wait…I need another beer…

So.  What breaks me down?  What could be so fucking difficult about working in sustainability the week after Earth Week?  Everything.  I broke today.  I just about fucking lost it.  And you know what did it?  Compost.  Fucking compost.  I fucking hate compost.  It might make me go bat shit at work.  Wait, does “bat shit” go in compost???  The grounds supervisor laid into me about having compost delivered during finals and putting it in a courtyard.  The same need for compost that we had last year.  The exact same location, but this time he declared that it should not be so.  When I said that we are teaching students how to garden, he thought more students would be affected by the sight of 10 cu yds of compost than could garden.  Jesus!

Then, more compost drama.  I had to make a late decision to not support an area nonprofit on their…you guessed it…compost grant project!   I felt like such a bitch.  But I had to go with my gut and not throw my support behind it.  More compost scrap dumping on campus…from lord knows where.

And all the while, worrying because the great student that I have….who is helping me construct hoop houses…to, yup, you guessed it, to make our own compost…is leaving me.

God damn shit.

Beer and potato chips are finished off.