I’m in my third day at my new job, a small pizza place. We had a rush tonight, nearly a full house. My job entails that I clean the tables when people leave. People order so much food, eat half of it, and then leave.
I clean the tables and I bring the leftover food back into the kitchen and put it in a box. I’m either going to eat it, give it to my roommates or I will give it to the homeless people I see downtown every night.
When I come back from cleaning more tables, I discover that the food has been thrown I away. I ask my boss why she threw it away, and she tells me it is against company policy for employees to take home leftovers.
First of all, I was brought up to never ever waste food.
Second, I have been homeless; hunger is very familiar to me.
It is appalling to me that it is almost 2014 and people are still starving, sometimes to the point of death. People in this country die from too much food, people in this country throw away food while most of the world starves.
I am so fucking angry right now. This is why I have hated most of my jobs: the pig-headedness of people; efficiency and morality squandered in the name of beurocracy.