One aspect of working in the Plateau is recycling day. It’s an interesting sight with green bin after green bin laid out in front of every house as I walk from my car to the office. Sometimes they are filled with what is (I hope) a months worth of wine bottles. Or other empty bottles as someone cleaned out their liquer cabinet. Then there are times when people put out years worth of assorted magazines. You can tell who is anglophone or francophone by what newspaper is filling their bins. The other day I saw four empty bags of Chips Ahoy and wondered what the story was behind that. It’s almost always an interesting walk.
But then there is the other side of recycling day. The dreaded recycling truck. Due to the limited width of streets in the Plateau, you cannot pass a truck until they reach the end of the street. But it takes them FOREVER to reach the end. OK, only ten to twenty minutes. But tack that onto your commute and it makes a difference. But you will almost always get trapped behind a truck. Unless it is at the beginning of a street, you have already pulled up behind it by the time another car makes the same mistake trapping you in.
Though there is one thing I don’t understand. Garbage trucks are manned with three people. One to drive the truck and two to collect the rubbage. But I’m almost positive that the recycling truck only has one person to separate the recyclable material, load each different type, and advance the truck. Seeing as it is already a process that takes twice as long, it is surprising to only have a third of the staff doing the work. I almost always patiently wait for the collectors to do their job, but when you are pressed for time it can be quite unnerving.