In addition to my internship, I also have a weekend/evening part-time job at a fine-dining restaurant in the area. I have worked in food service for a long time now, but this is my first experience working in a true “fine dining” restaurant. This has been an interesting experience juxtaposed with my experience at the Mission based on the role that money plays. At the restaurant, I have never seen anyone pay less than $150 for a meal. There are bottles of wine that sell for over $1,000. In comparision, at the Mission, people have to call in favors for $2 to “go in” with another guest for a pack of cigarettes.
It’s hard for me to fathom how people justify spending even $60 on a meal for one person. What’s even harder for me to understand is how unaware people are of their own privilege. Being middle class, American, and (half) white, I know that I am privileged. I have the privilege of choosing when and how long to shower, when and what food I eat, and access to clean water. However, I am aware of this privilege, and more importantly I realize that others do not have the same privileges that I do. The customers at the restaurant talk about the trips they take to Paris and the wineries they visited while on their vacation, while the guests at the Mission talk about their struggles with addiction, their job searches, and their legal battles. It’s hard for me to connect with the customers at the restaurant because I honestly feel like the way they are spending their money is wasteful. The amount of money spent on one meal could give a homeless person the access to a hotel room for a night and at least 3 square meals. I’m trying to stay positive because I don’t know the intimate lives of each customer, but it is hard seeing such affluence after a day of conversations with people who have nothing.
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