Meetings And Odors

Meetings really interrupt my flow.  Normally I'm up around 8:00 and I start crafting or blogging or photographing right away.  I don't even bother getting dressed!

But on those days where I have to go to a meeting - I become very sloth-like.  Sure I take the time to put clothes on, and I actually get outside for once, but once I return home I feel very disinclined to do any sort of work.  Any sort of thing.

Today was a bit different.  I went to my meeting.  It was pretty much the same as it is every week.  And then I came home 4 hours later, fully intending to waste the rest of the day.  And not 6 seconds after opening the front door the smell hit me.

Fish.

It's surprising how much odor can escape one little styrofoam platter left in a garbage pail over night, but there it was.  And my eyes watered.

Of course, a normal person would immediately dispose of the smelly trash.  But I had just returned from a meeting!

And so I stood in the kitchen, pinching my nose shut and thinking - for a good 2-3 minutes - about whether I could tolerate the smell long enough for my boyfriend to get home and take the garbage out himself.

In the end, I did it myself.  Not because the smell was really enough to overcome my laziness (very little is).  And certainly not to be a good girlfriend.  But because people judge you when they come home to realize you've been sitting in a stinky apartment all afternoon and only because you were too much of a bum to take a revolting sack of garbage down to the disposal.

And I really wasn't in the mood for judgment.