Covid was quite something around here, for stuff being left out on walls (the tips being closed). I came away with a lot of stuff; a surprising amount new, or not very old. It makes me wonder what goes over the wall at the tip every weekend, now the tips are open. I don't understand folks not using charity shops - there are loads here, not far away, some even collect, and I can normally find one to take what I have (including things like office chairs which I bring home from the work skip because no-one, despite the corporate greenwashing which goes on, can be arsed to find new homes for them. Red cross gets 20 quid a pop for reasonable ones). More enjoyably, this year I have recycled two table football machines which the students broke, and no-one from the powers-that-be could be arsed to spend 10 minutes fixing. It's a funny world.
(Most recent work-skip find - four brand new 1000x700 bevel edge toughened mirrors, delivery stickers still on them. Not sure if the charity shop or ebay will be the route for those. Brand new, unpacked just to bin them. The fact my indignation is probably eccentric makes me even sadder - but there we go).
I was in much the same situation at a job long ago--we did a LOT of dumpster diving there to outfit the mission. Couldn't believe what they were throwing out.
On the other hand, my current workplace gets applause from me for donating all the half-decent stuff
... that they were replacing by giving it to school children and employees who could use it (office supplies and furniture). And they replaced the furniture with almost new stuff from a previous workplace of mine (which is how i recognized it!) that was closing down. Very proud of them.
That's really good to see - so there are still some sensible people in the world. (And as my Polish friend jokes with me - I'd be bored in Poland where people are resourceful and the skips are full of soil and broken bricks!).
When I worked at a certain maker of flying machines in Texas I once picked up some cardboard boxes that were being thrown out, as we were packing for the move back to Canada. I was stopped at the gate and advised that rubbish was company property and that I was stealing from the company. I dropped them there and let the security man deal with them.
That's really good to see - so there are still some sensible people in the world. (And as my Polish friend jokes with me - I'd be bored in Poland where people are resourceful and the skips are full of soil and broken bricks!).
Heh. My husband calls this "being Vietnamese." This is one of his highest compliments--that someone can make a good thing out of almost any trash.
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(Most recent work-skip find - four brand new 1000x700 bevel edge toughened mirrors, delivery stickers still on them. Not sure if the charity shop or ebay will be the route for those. Brand new, unpacked just to bin them. The fact my indignation is probably eccentric makes me even sadder - but there we go).
On the other hand, my current workplace gets applause from me for donating all the half-decent stuff
... that they were replacing by giving it to school children and employees who could use it (office supplies and furniture). And they replaced the furniture with almost new stuff from a previous workplace of mine (which is how i recognized it!) that was closing down. Very proud of them.
Heh. My husband calls this "being Vietnamese." This is one of his highest compliments--that someone can make a good thing out of almost any trash.