Garbage Never Sleeps

This is a photo of my garbage man--or rather, my garbage truck, which seems to bring a different man to my apartment complex each and every morning.

Perhaps I should define morning. This photo was taken from my apartment at 7 am. So when I say morning, what I really should be saying is the asscrack of dawn.

It's difficult to tell from this photo, but this garbage truck is the mother of all garbage trucks. This is a front-loading garbage truck, and is the bane of my existence.

While I recognize that dumpsters do need to be emptied, do they really need to be launched into the air by hydraulic prongs, tipped over, and then psychotically shaken back and forth to the point where I feel like a plane has crashed in my parking garage setting in motion a chain reaction of explosions and destroying everything? Putting necessity aside, does this psychotic dumpster shaking really need to happen at 7 am?

For those of you fortunate enough to have those nice men riding on the back of a regular sized garbage truck heaving trash into the abyss as they drive along--consider yourself fortunate. Please never take for granted what those men do for you.

First and foremost, these men and women provide each and every person with an invaluable service. If these people went on strike, we'd all have a problem. Secondly, the normal garbage men riding on normal garbage trucks are relatively quiet.

With that said, please do not misunderstand my frustration. Even though we sleep, the trash never does. I value the service that I am provided, but 7 am?!?!? Will it be a huge problem if the trash gets to the landfill, say, in the afternoon? I'm sure the men and women that drive the most horrendous, makes-a-sonic-boom-sound-like-nothing garbage truck share my opinion when I say BOO to the garbage retrieval schedule.