Very pretty! I feel kind of bad that I've never used a customized layout, just picked ones I like from various LJ layouts, but...I am lazy, so.
They couldn't...donate the books to charity or something? Or at least have a recycling center take the paper? Really, that's...yeah. I cannot abide waste, especially when it's something that doesn't have to be wasted. I am also kind of into recycling in general, 'cause...we've only got one planet and I'd like to not screw it up much more badly than we already have, which makes me a little unusual among conservatives, I suppose, but we are supposed to be stewards and stuff. Anyway. Yeah. That is bad. It seems worse because it's books--I can't help thinking of all the authors represented by remaindered books, and how likely it is that if I ever get published, mine will also end up as mass-market paperbacks unsold and eventually destroyed, which is...emo and pessimistic but not statistically unlikely.
Although other places kind of do that too. When I was at Fred Meyer, we would salvage stuff that was damaged, which for me meant chucking it in a box in the back somewhere; I think the stuff was sent back to the manufacturer or something. But sometimes there was stuff that we couldn't sell because it had been returned, say, and shouldn't have been, because it reeked of cigarette smoke or was dirty or something--so we couldn't sell it, but we also couldn't salvage it because it wasn't a defect. So we would "find" defects. By which I mean we would tear seams and stuff. Sometimes we had to use scissors to help us find these defects. Which was admittedly pretty fun, especially since my hostility level toward clothes in general tended to be pretty high during that job, and I had no real moral qualms about it because...well, my bosses told me to. (We did try to keep somewhat out of sight of the security cameras, though.)
But--I am terribly pleased you love your job so much. That is fabulous.
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Date: 2009-02-25 05:41 am (UTC)They couldn't...donate the books to charity or something? Or at least have a recycling center take the paper? Really, that's...yeah. I cannot abide waste, especially when it's something that doesn't have to be wasted. I am also kind of into recycling in general, 'cause...we've only got one planet and I'd like to not screw it up much more badly than we already have, which makes me a little unusual among conservatives, I suppose, but we are supposed to be stewards and stuff. Anyway. Yeah. That is bad. It seems worse because it's books--I can't help thinking of all the authors represented by remaindered books, and how likely it is that if I ever get published, mine will also end up as mass-market paperbacks unsold and eventually destroyed, which is...emo and pessimistic but not statistically unlikely.
Although other places kind of do that too. When I was at Fred Meyer, we would salvage stuff that was damaged, which for me meant chucking it in a box in the back somewhere; I think the stuff was sent back to the manufacturer or something. But sometimes there was stuff that we couldn't sell because it had been returned, say, and shouldn't have been, because it reeked of cigarette smoke or was dirty or something--so we couldn't sell it, but we also couldn't salvage it because it wasn't a defect. So we would "find" defects. By which I mean we would tear seams and stuff. Sometimes we had to use scissors to help us find these defects. Which was admittedly pretty fun, especially since my hostility level toward clothes in general tended to be pretty high during that job, and I had no real moral qualms about it because...well, my bosses told me to. (We did try to keep somewhat out of sight of the security cameras, though.)
But--I am terribly pleased you love your job so much. That is fabulous.