The office my part time job is in is moving. We’re only moving up a floor, but it’s still a pain. Just like in a house, you never realize how much stuff you accumulate until you start packing it.

The thing is, it’s a paper-heavy industry, or, at least, used to be. There have been approximately four-and-a-half metric shit tons of paper to get rid of. And I’m the only one who even remotely cares about recycling. I’ve schlepped up there, after hours, time after time, to remove box after bin of perfectly good paper that would otherwise end up in a landfill somewhere.

I’m pretty sure I’m the oldest one in the office, except for my boss, who’s never there. The others have been involved in the planning and strategizing about the move, and their solution is to dump everything in a dumpster. They honestly say, “Well, if you’re willing to deal with recycling, go ahead.”

I was never fortunate enough to have children. I’m not going to care about the air and water after I’m gone. These people already have children, or are young and likely to reproduce. Why don’t they care? It’s their children who’ll have asthma from the day they’re born. It’s their grandkids who’ll be voting on a referendum on how to pay for the water reclamation plant, required because there’s not enough fresh water left.

Why am I the only one who cares?

After the big move on Monday, Rachel’s going to take whatever’s left and put it in a dumpster somewhere. That includes a computer and monitor.

Why? Can anyone explain it to me?