So I’m not doing much writing this week–p.a.-ing at for the American Idol finale at the Nokia Theater downtown. Not sure how much I’m allowed to talk about it, but I’ll say the work is pleasant enough so far, as are the people. Standard production fare.
But it’s been awhile since I’ve been somewhere where hundreds of people daily drinking hundreds of cans and bottles of beverages, and to realize nothing is being recycled. It breaks my heart. I’ve been asking around, but haven’t gotten the full story. Could be that the Nokia doesn’t recycle. There are one or two containers around, but someone told me they saw them being emptied into the same dumpster.
However, it could be that it’s like when I was working at Participant. I couldn’t fathom that they wouldn’t recycle, but then was told that the city of Beverly Hills sorts it all out. So there could be some kind of waste management I don’t yet understand.
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This sounds terrible, but the built-in system is probably called: Immigrants–who are single-handedly saving the world one can at a time.