I Moved My Damn Blog

This blog can now be found at http://damnwastebasket.com. Too bad finding my waste basket isn't this easy.

A Better Mouse Trap?

I was thinking about how I could have prevented my waste basket from being taken. First, I would have tied a rope around the waste basket as a decoy. Then when the person that took my waste basket sees the sign and the rope, they would think "What's that going to do". Then they would pick up the waste basketwhich would trigger two huge mallets to swing down from the ceiling smashing the person like a little fly. BAM! It's genius.

Of course, there are the minor little details like where am I going to find two huge mallets and how much time do I really want to spend setting this up. I'm going to have to hire contractors and sub contractors. Then I'd have to figure out how to release the mallets when the basket is lifted from its spot. Then I'd have to figure out how to do all this without anyone seeing anything. And if I actually do pull it off and it does get the person, I'd have to hire a lawyer for my defense. I'd probably do time in the slammer... You know what. Just forget you saw this post.

I just miss my waste basket. :-(

Have You Seen My Waste Basket?

My waste basket is no where to be found. I'm staying positive and taking it day by day. Maybe I should focus on other things like work to keep me occupied until my basket shows up. I'm currently listening Pearl Jam - Black on the CD. 

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone. Last night before leaving work, I made costumes for the remaining three waste baskets out of white 7-gallon trash bags. I made a Storm Trooper, the Scream Mask, and a ghost. The ghost was the hardest to make.

Thanks Ananka, Jenn of the Jungle, and steff81 for commenting. Please visit their site: Confused and Amused, Screw Politically Correct B.S., and An Inside Look.

I sort of did what Jenn of the Jungle wrote in her comment. Instead of buying "a big ass brown one", I went out to Ralph's supermarket and got a big brown paperbag. Then I stapled a picture of my waste basket on it. I think it's the best costume out of the four.

I know it's kinda ghetto, but the paperbag will have to do for now until I can find my waste basket.

What Happen on Friday?

After work on Friday, I went out for drinks to drown my sorrows. My waste basket of two years is gone. I honestly thought that if my waste basket were to be move, it would be moved to either side. It would have been cool if the waste baskets were stack into a neat shape or some structure like Babs had suggested (Thanks Babs and ariadneK, Ph.D. for commenting. Please visit their sites: How to go Insane and Weird Cake: Treats from a Bipolar Mind) because I'd still have my waste basket.

This person could have taken any other waste basket, but he or she takes the one that matters the most. If this person is a guy, I don't know what his dad did to him when he was younger. Come on, man. He can't hurt you now. If this person is a woman, then this is the strangest way of showing me that you like me.

I'm still slowly recovering from drinking way too many chocolate milk shakes from McDonald's. It sucks to be lactose intolerant. 

Left Another Note

I moved my waste basket back to its normal spot. I also added three circular waste baskets to the wall with signs posted above all of them. The signs say the same thing as yesterday, "Please stop moving this waste basket". I went over to the supply closet to find more waste basket and the circular ones were only available.

Why so many waste baskets? Strength in numbers, of course. I told the waste baskets to use the buddy system and look out for one another. If anyone moves them, I have provided each waste basket a whistle which I've placed inside the basket. That'll show 'em.

Message Returned to Sender

This person does not like signs. When I came in this morning, my basket was moved again and my sign taken down. It was crumpled and thrown to the floor. I guess that's the message that was being sent back to me. Now I have to move my can back and pick up the sign. I was thinking to myself, if only my waste basket was in its normal spot, that piece of paper would have been in the waste basket and not on the floor.

I'll make another sign and put it up later.