I have to use this trash can every work day. The only other alternative is to not wash my hands, which I’ve never done, though I see others sneak by on occasion. I haven’t measured the distance from the floor, but I’d guess about two and a half feet at best. Every time I use the paper towel dispenser and trash, I have to bend down like I’m petting a small dog.
This doesn’t make sense. It was built for children. Everyone has to bend down each time they throw away a paper towel. There is often a paper towel on the ground from someone who missed the trash and didn’t have the endurance to punch it through the hoop again.
At a start-up I used to work at, there were black trash bags taking up half of the refrigerator. They sat in there for months. Finally I asked other employees whose they were. No one knew. I opened the trash bags and found paint rollers. These were left by a temp office assistant who spent two days painting walls and now hadn’t worked there in months.
Later on there was a paper bag by the door. It sat there for months until someone eventually asked what it was doing there and no one knew. It was just filled with someones garbage.
Nothing is a good option forever. Everything depends on context and current conditions. You don’t keep wearing a winter jacket into summer because that’s what you did every day for the last four months.
And this is how much of life is. A lot of things in place and no knows their purpose.
Because it isn’t normal to question things. As a kid it is. Very young kids question everything. Why? Why? Why? Then school happens. After school sets in it becomes normal to coast. To just accept the world as it is instead of molding it into something better. If you continually question the purpose of things and discover that there isn’t one, then the burden can easily fall on you to fix it. And who wants more responsibility?
This is why an entire office building has to deal with two and a half foot tall trash cans.