Band: Star Fucking Hipsters
"Your fucking hipster fools we will be star fucking you"
Album: Until We're Dead
Some days ago I worked on the floor busing tables at Glide. Working the floor is, in my opinion, the best job because it requires you to be agile, quick, and conscientious of your surroundings compared to some of the other uneventful jobs like assembly line labor. On average, there are usually 6-10 volunteers working the floor with each person concentrated at 1-2 tables. The more experienced volunteers, the regulars like myself, pick up the slack when we need to. One can't help but notice the amount of food that is wasted knowing that food is scarce outside these walls. Sometimes bins are filled with scraps of food that get's dumped. Even natural fruit, which is certainly the healthiest sustenance served and better tasting, is thrown away like garbage. It makes you wonder just how desperate these our homeless population are.
All the action starts and ends on the dining room floor. The interaction is a bit more personal, perspective shifts, and one must always be spry at all times during rush hour which usually lasts from 4-5, sometimes 5:15 depending on the time of month. At 4:00 the doors open for dinner with literally several hundreds of the world's poorest souls waiting the ephemeral meal that keeps them from dying of starvation. The line coils around Ellis, Jones, and O'Farrell, and many spread out on the pavement they've grown accustomed to. Back inside throngs of people begin pouring in incessantly, flooding the dining room with a ticket in hand at which the're handed a tray of food; next challenge comes finding an empty seat.
I'm happy to say that our guests are thankful for the service they are provided. If only the same could be said for some of the guests I serve at my work... It really makes it worth while when people appreciate the things you have to do for them. Many of them even thank me up front or say "god bless you". It's always karma that counts above anything.
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