I have just been to the loo. Also I am reading No Logo, by Naomi Klein. It, along with other things, has been complicating my existence and probably causing my skin to die, flake, fall off while I am sleeping and/or showering.
I work at a huge sports stadium on the other side of town; there are several bars and several toilets. I have no idea how many there are for women. When people ask for drinks, like Coca-Cola or Budweiser, I highlight certain words with imaginary quotation marks that I create with my hands and fingers, and arms I suppose. It is boring as hell, I love it. The hours pass by me fairly easily, I stand behind the bar. Perhaps for an hour I collect glasses and bottles and dirty napkins, ashtrays et cetera.
Sometimes, during the day there are special parties. Insurance companies send important employees to represent them at drinking. They share tips on how to destroy variety in life. These occasions are pre-paid, per head, you understand, and I just hand it over, opened, when they breathe the right way. Cans and bottles mainly, aluminium and glass, some plastic.
Small bins are filled then moved around and placed inside larger bins. Nothing is recycled as far as I can tell. This makes my teeth hurt. Not literally, this is a way for me to describe a kind of anger. This restaurant must create so much waste every single day of the year. Water bottles, beer cans, newspapers, wine bottles (plastic corks) and plenty of other things just pile up in the larger bins and is moved around again and placed inside larger bins, that move.
I have not had an opportunity to say anything to anyone. I do not know if I have the courage to express my opinions to the management. I found a number to call at the council and they might be able to help. I just find it upsetting because this is a modern facility. The people who work there do not seem to worry about it, all the wastage.
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