Is that applause I hear?

When I moved in my apartment I asked about the protocol of a bunch of things. Who gets to park in the spots right in front of the apartments? Who is in charge of replacing the light bulbs on the outside of the building? And what is the deal with trash pick-up?

I have been a research geek for the last few months on "all things Davis." On top of learning from a neighbor that our trash day is Monday and they come SUPER early, I also surfed the website of the city to find out the proper recycling procedures. It matters to me how the outside of the building looks. Because I rent, I have very little say about a lot. However, I can certainly keep my area clean. I had lots of boxes moving in and due to the fact that I had to flatten the boxes over the course of 2 weeks, I kind of took on the job of doing all of the trash duties. Sorting recycling, bringing all of the trash cans down to the curb on Sunday night, and hauling them back up when I return home on Monday.

In my passive-aggressiveness, I wrote a note (Alexis, don't shake your head!) and posted it by the mailboxes for all of my neighbors to see. It basically let everyone know when trash day is, and what our responsibilites are. However, I wimped at the end and said something about needing "assistance" to do this, rather than asking everyone to do their part. Last night, before sitting down for my usual Desperate Housewives/Brothers & Sisters evening, I made my way with my recycling to sort into the bins, and while I was down there rolled all of the bins down to the curb. I swore that no matter what, this was the last time I was going to take this on solo.

Much to my surprise, when I WENT to teach my first class this morning at 7:40AM, two of the three bins were already back in the corral and the third was there when I returned from my last class this evening. I did a silent cheer for my neighbors.

On a similar note, my DRA 10 - Intro to Acting class did not suck and I am on my way to inspiring the future actor/scientists or theatre-goer/donors. For that, I humbly curtsey at your feet.