I was going through my closet and came across an old notebook. Apparently I kept a diary of when I was in New Orleans serving food to the Army after Katrina. Weird, I so don’t remember that. SPOILER: I was pretty liberal at the time! (!!!!) Here’s what I wrote:
DAY 3: I almost got heat exhaustion on the second day. It was weird. I guess thats what happens when you spend three months in your room. Speaking of weird, it amazes me how mind over matter works. The last two days I have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Total. Yet I am not tired all day, frustrated, but not tired. Word on the street is DONALD RUMSFELD is going to be here tomorrow, possibly eating with us. Won’t that be something. It’s really too bad I’m not vocal with my political opinions because I would totally say something mean in front of a couple thousand of his supporters on a military base in a city under marital law. Totally.
It’s also funny to think that if like a lunchbox is mislabeled and Rumsfeld wants a ham + cheese, but we give him turkey that his potential dissatisfaction could cost us our job, the copany we work for a lot of money, the company that hired them even more and the company who hired them their contract. What does it mean? I don’t know, maybe more money for Haliburton. Frankly I don’t care one way or another. I’m having so many morals complicated on a base level. Nothing serious like working in the stock market, but complications nonetheless. We serve soldiers and contracted laborers. The workers work 12-16 hour days, the soldiers for the most part (by their own admission) don’t work that hard. Yet if we had 50 plates, 50 workers and 50 soldiers I just don’t believe the soldiers would starve. BUt maybe that’s being extreme. The fact is the soldiers get far better treatment. Looking at it from a corporate viewpoint it makes sense. If you create a buzz within the military, you can expect future business. IF you create a buzz within a large group of Mexican electricians and carpenters, who gives a fuck because because it doesn’t help the bottomline. (Thus explaining my moral dilemma with the stock market, because that makes sense.) So I can understand their position (and its not like anyone is being treated badly, just some better than others), but thats not the thing. The thing is if the solidiers don’t eat, they go to another chow hall. If the laboreres don’t eat, they don’t eat. In the week before we got here all they had was MREs and gas station food. Thats not right to me. I believe that everyone should be treated equal (except me) and all that. At least when it comes to eating. Not at the movies though if you’re too stupid to shut up you gots to go. (?) I don’t feel like getting into the waste because I’m tired, but let me say this in the past 3 days we have thrown away enough food to feed me for a month PER MEAL. Yep. Unused food. New Orleans. Disaster area. Starving people everywhere. Trash. So anyways, I haven’t eaten meat in at least 15 months and I just showered yet my face still smells like roast beef. Lovely.
DAY 4 pt1: I was just talking to a fellow employee about work ethic and how its lacking in young people (yes I am 23) when suddenly he turned into Pat Roberts. Did you know that 80% of black children are born without a father? Did you know that divorced parents ruin kids lives? Did you know its because the Ten Commandments aren’t listed at schools? Always fun. Perhaps later, if I wasn’t busy, maybe he could give me his testimony (!). Of course every action I’ve seen him take has a tinge of racism in it, but that o-kay. You know why? GOD FORGIVES.
DAY 5: I just got out of the shower. I went to return my stuff to my bag and what do I find? Three co-workers drinking beer. They all walked away like they knew they were busted. Why? I don’t know I guess I just look like a NARC. Really I can’t think of any reason to say anything. Sure its wrong but so would costing something their job and if they can live with themselves (and not affect me) let em drink. I can’t say I never drank on a job.
Notes: WOW. Who is that guy? A liberal, vegetarian who doesn’t drink? He’s not even that funny. He was a lot skinnier though. Oh, to be 23 again.
