Dumpster Diving 2009

Wednesday:

At the DI Trailer, every day is Christmas. You can go back ever six hours throughout the week and there will be new stuff there. Granted, it is very well picked over by the current residents.

I used to go Diving at night. I would searched through the mountains of junk using only a headlamp and listen to Mission Impossible on my iPod; I thought it accentuated the mood. But the headphones kept getting in the way and it was way less effective in the dark. So I switched to afternoon Diving. It turns out I was much less conspicuous and no one really cares anyway.

*Toaster Oven
*CD Boombox to donate to the indoor tennis courts
*Wicked, the Novel in Spanish for a musical RM in my ward
*1001 Questions to ask before marriage -- I know who will love this!
*A More Perfect Union DVD
*Metal Strainer
*SHOUT stain remover squirt bottle
*Vase for my fish
*Flag poll for my Mexican flag
*Crayons
*Super-cool Iron with all the bells and whistles

Thursday:

Wednesday is the last day Dumpster-Divers ought to go to Heritage Halls to look through the DI bin. It turns out that BYU sends in employees to tie up all the donations in black bags and are very difficult to untie and retie.

*4-Person Dish Set
*Desk Lamp
*Room Fan
*2 Polo Shirts
*Sports Shorts
*Another present for Stef
*Pizza Tray
*Waffle Maker
*Deluxe Iron
*Break Dancing Music CD
*Classy Laundry Detergent
*SHOUT Stick
*Vury NICE Screw Driver Set
*Bubbles
*25 Sponges which I distributed to departing ward members
*DVD+RW Pack
*2 Emergency Yellow Ponchos
*An NES with every possible accessory

Friday/Saturday:

By this point all the stuff students have left has made it's way to the backs of their cars for disposal at the DI drop off. I figure it's only fair, considering the hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise that I've gleaned [read: skimmed/stolen] from them, that I donate a few hours of community service helping them receive and process the tons of Provo's refuse that will come through over the weekend. (I spoke to the manager and she said she didn't have a problem if I set aside one thing for myself after my shift.)

I love graduation week!

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