I hate you, California Pizza Kitchen Salad guy

I am usually a very patient man. But California Pizza Kitchen tries my patience in ways that only slow cashiers and the 110N can.

Here's my problem: it appears that they employ a man whose sole task is to make salads. However, no more than 7 feet to his right is a large display case of salads, ready to go. There's no shortage of salad, no large demand for it. Why?
NOBODY ORDERS SALAD. This man's task is to rearrange leafy greens before they go bad. It would be more efficient to place these salads straight in the trash. He doesn't actually make food; its more for decoration, or guilt-tripping for when you eat fatty foods. This man could be making my pizza, but instead he's wasting his time making sure that each container has exactly one scoop of crumbled feta.

It's sad that I feel more strongly about bbq chicken pizza than local elections.