You don’t have to think anything, good or bad, about the cleanliness of pork. Or you can think it’s complete BS, that’s fine too. Whatever you want to think is fine.
But it would be nice if you could decide that distressing a whole bunch of people over an issue (that is part of an old and well-established religion) is something that you don’t want to do. Because you don’t like the feeling of doing something in front of a bunch of people who interpret it as shitting on their feelings. Especially if the thing that is going to offend them is something that isn’t vital for your comfort, belief system, or survival. It’s just one of many foods that you occasionally eat, and can still eat for breakfast and dinner, and on weekends. (Or can eat outside, I presume.)
If you pull out a pork sandwich, they have to clean the kitchen. This is part of their long-established religion. You know this. You know that a whole lot of them are going to be affected by you pulling out your sandwich. You also know that you can bring in a beef sandwich, a tuna sandwich, or a turkey sandwich, and they won’t have to clean out the kitchen.
But if you can enjoy eating the pork sandwich, knowing that all these people will have to jump through all sorts of religious hoops, well, then I guess you can do that. Because of course, it’s so terribly important to you to eat that pork sandwich, right then and there. Turkey or beef won’t do. Oh no. Gotta be pork, or else . . . or else what? You won’t see a bunch of people get really sickened and grossed out, I suppose. Can’t have that, eh? 
It’s out in the open and anyone can walk into it (well, most cemetaries, I assume). And after all, it’s just a silly superstition, so who gives a damn what people feel? It’s stupid, right?
Why? It’s a silly stupid superstition. Why should you have to change your habits, just to accomodate someone else’s useless, silly belief? The hell with them! Who cares if they are grossed out and upset? They’re believing in something stupid and superstitious. What do their feelings matter?
Sure it is. And when you eat your pork sandwich, you can watch a whole lot of people be upset, grossed out, and feel compelled to sanitize everything after you leave. But that’s okay, because who cares? It’s their own fault for believing in something so silly, isn’t it?
And after all, your deep, abiding, desperate need to eat a pork sandwich right away, right there, is far more important than the fact that a whole lot of people are really grossed out. Who cares about them?
Is your belief that you’ve got to eat pork at work so strong? Is there some rule that you have to eat it at work? Have to?
I suppose if I wanted to I could dance all over everyone’s graves, because it means nothing to me if I do so. But I don’t have to do so, and it isn’t really hurting me terribly if I am asked, out of the respect for others’ feelings, to not dance on the graves. But aren’t they terribly selfish, to expect that of me? What about my heartfelt belief that it’s okay to dance on graves? What about those, huh? What about my feelings? :rolleyes: