Oh chute...

August 2007
Zach
For some reason my landlord doesn't have a key anymore to our place to come in and do repairs, so it's just one more thing to add to the list of stuff to get done that I don't have time for. So I'm rushing around, trying to get out the door with my arms full of stuff and finishing up cleaning the apartment before I leave for class, and feeling pretty good cause I have some positive momentum at least and I'm "getting my stuff done."

I even have the foresight to put the key in a white envelope to remind me of the task I need to complete, so I really am working with brilliance here. It's time to go--I grab the envelope, my backpack, my lunch, my gym bag for after class, surplus books that don't fit in my bulging backpack, keys/wallet/phone/ check check check, start the dishwasher, grab the trash to take out on the way...out the door...down the hall...drop the trash in the chute...clink kuh-clink clink clink...

And there's the empty envelope still in my hand as the key escorts the trash down the garbage chute into the depths of the dumpster below...