My city's giant landfills have clay liners that redirect the leachate to a treatment plant specifically for the purpose. The leachate literally flows into the plant constantly, it's a huge amount.
I only know this because I worked there in my early 20s. It had the most horrifying smell like a fully fermented Diaper Genie poop-snake with strong sweet and sour notes that seemed to have flavour.
I got used to the smell at the regular waste water treatment plant, and at the dump in general, but the leachate plant was unbearable.
Was just talking about how difficult work is going to make the next three days, so that I can't wait until they're over, but that's another week of my life where I'm wishing for days to pass so I can try to be happy again. Lame. Lame as fuck.
Your title connected a dot for me... I'm a dummy, I've been pronouncing it "seer X" and "seer X-N-G" in my head all this time when it must be "search" and "searching"... 😔
The pricing is infuriating in Canada, since nearly half the price of real beer is alcohol-related excise duties and taxes, which do not apply to non-alcoholic beers. So when companies charge the same or more they are just keeping the difference, it is not "sin tax" related like we've been conditioned to accept up here...
Made the leap to an undercounter ice maker when we renovated, since the fridge ones keep breaking, and it has been the best decision, despite the initial ridiculous cost.
I go through sooooo much ice and ice water every day now. It makes me so happy every time I open the door and see the heap of perfect clear cubes waiting to be scooped into my cup.
Is this part of Embrace/Extend?