New Year: New Job.

Again.

Okay, the year’s not that new. And my new job is only 10 hours a week, but it beats none at all, and for the first time for a while I’m back in the business of doing something I can actually believe in.

I’ve joined up with an organisation called Food Bank, which basically takes donations of surplus or unsellable food from supermarkets around the place and redistributes it to low income, homeless or otherwise struggling families across the city.

I’ve only been there a short while, but already it has changed the way I shop for food. I used to look for the dingy tins and dented boxes that no-one would want, because I didn’t want them to go to waste.

Now I’ve discovered that the dinged up ones don’t get thrown out anymore; they get donated to Food Bank to feed those who need some help.
So from now on I’ve decided to be as picky as I can be. I’m only taking the most presentable, most flawlessly packaged and labelled foods from the shelves. I encourage you to do the same. Anything the supermarkets can’t sell but which is otherwise perfectly fine goes to those who need it, so make sure if you’re paying full price, you get the awesome, blemishes packaging you deserve.

Something about this whole tirade feels really wrong, but I think the principle is sound. Time to be needlessly fussy and end hunger. Or something like that.

Make of that what you will.

 

Garry with 2 Rs