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.
