“The biggest problem for humanity, not only on a global level, but even for individuals, is misunderstanding.”
I tried to turn this into a mantra of sorts yesterday as I got off the phone with my landlord. Let me just give you some background to my landlord: my landlord is an asshole.
We’ve been waiting for more than 2 months for our sink to get fixed, and yesterday after being unable to drain our sink for 24 hours, the plumber showed up 2 hours (and 2 months) late. He replaced our faucet and told me that i’d need to call someone else to get the drain fixed. He gave me the name of the company to call (‘i can’t find them on the internet’ ‘oh, i think he uses a much smaller independant company perhaps?’ ‘of course he does’) and after finding a number, it turned out they were closed for the day and so the next available time wouldn’t be until the next morning.
As this is the second time our drain has blocked in the past year, our plumber asked what we put down the insinkerator. ‘Just food scraps’ i told him, ‘and coffee grinds’. ‘Definitely no coffee grinds’ he responded, and i heard my dad’s voice all through my childhood ringing in my ears. ‘Really?’ i asked. ‘Really.’ he replied, ‘just don’t put anything down there.’ BUT I THOUGHT THAT’S WHAT THE CREEPY THINGS WERE FOR? I’d never liked them (having never owned one) but when we moved in, our landlord specified ‘only organic waste in the insinkerator’ and so i guess i sorta just got used to it.
Then our landlord called. ‘I’ve never had so much trouble with a sink, what are you putting down there? I’ll foot the bill this time, but next time we’ll need to have a talk.’ I told him what i’d told the plumber, ‘just food stuff’ I told him. ‘But don’t put your chicken bones down there’ he said. ‘We don’t eat meat.’ ‘And don’t put corn cobs or avocado pits down there.’ ‘We’re not idiots.’ ‘Ok, just don’t put anything down there, cause next time you’ll have to foot the bill.’ My heart was racing a little and i wanted to yell into the phone ‘YOU TOLD US TO PUT ORGANIC FOOD WASTE IN THERE SO THAT’S WHAT WE DID!!’ but i didn’t. I told him i wouldn’t put anything down there anymore and he said ‘that’s what i want to hear’. And i took a deep breathe.
So naturally once i was off the phone I googled it and discovered that whilst we aren’t putting chicken bones or fruit stones down our sink, we HAVE been putting things that are on The List of Things you Shouldn’t Put Down your Insinkerator. The major ones being ‘potato skins’ and ‘coffee grinds’.
Guys, is this common knowledge? Cause if it is, I’ve had my head in a hole. I also guess I should have paid more attention to my general dislike of the insinkerator in the first place (so…we just push it down our drain? where does it go? duh..) and made a better effort to compost (guilty).
So here we are. My sink is fixed, I’m totally wiser (adding ‘won’t fuck up your insinkerator’ to my résumé) and I completely acknowledge that my landlord objectively is not an asshole and my reaction to the event is entirely a reflection on me. Heh, i guess there’s always work to be done.