Every summer the college I work for hosts high school kids for a couple weeks at a time to do things like learn how to be an artist (there are classes in mismatching your clothes, god-complexing, and ironic rockabilly this year). The kids live on campus and occasionally get busted and sent home for underage drinking.
They also get fed.
The cafeteria is normally closed in the summers, but during these sessions (2 weeks at a time) they open to feed the kids. The kids eat free, staff and faculty not involved in the process pay. Since i am such a kind and gentle soul who helps facilitate cafeteria functions when things break, i also get to eat for free.
Eating for free is good, but the food is bad. So I’m torn. I’m hungry, I want to eat, I don’t really want to spend money if I don’t have to, but the food sucks. Yesterday I figured salad bar would be a good idea. I was wrong. All of the vegetable (broccoli, chick peas, cherry tomatoes) had the same weird bitter taste. Nothing tasted right. Today the bbq pork sandwich had little to no sauce. The roast beef sandwich the other day wasn’t very good either.
Actually, the problem is that everything tastes like a lack of effort and cut corners. It’s all cheap, second rate service pack food. There is no love or thought or effort put into anything. Pudding from giant cans, generic miracle whip, oily french dressing.
I hate to complain about something that’s free, I really should be more appreciative. Or, more to the point, if I don’t like it, I could just go pay for food that was better, but I don’t want to. I want to complain, but I’ll eat it out of sheer laziness.
Monthly Archives: July 2004
Sucks
The toughest thing ever is when you realize that no matter how much you like a particular person, you can never trust them again. This has been the only dark spot on my otherwise damned fine week. It was just a realization I came to today about someone, it’s made me sad, but not terribly so.
Not terribly sad because it can’t defeat the DAMNED FINE week i had.
To Ponder a 60 Pound Watermelon
A coworker came into my office with a larger than usual (but not giant) Gladware full of chopped up watermelon. Seems someone in another department had gotten a 60 pound watermelon, discovered she could not eat it and started distributing it.
1) who buys a 60 pound watermelon? More importantly, what is the thought process behind purchasing a 60 pound watermelon? How is it that you are surprised that you cannot consume a 60 pound watermelon?
2) 60 pounds, that’s like the size of a 3rd grader, right? Is it wrong to purchase foodstuffs in sizes comparable to our elementary school students?
3) Who grew this watermelon? Did they decide to gorw a large watermelon? did they arrive at 60 pounds for a reason or did they just have an idea of a general size, and it happened to weigh 60 pounds?
4) What makes a watermelon get to 60 pounds? Aliens? Miracle Grow? The gift of everlasting salvation from jesus? Do I want to consume any of these things?
5) I’ve never been one to buy into the theory that a seed consumed will cause a plant to grow in my abdomen. I am aware of diverticulitis, however. I still consume the seeds of the watermelon as I feel that with the remarkable advances of science, diverticulitis can be cured quickly and easily.
6) If carefully carved and emptied, could the shell of a 60 pound watermelon be transformed into an eco-friendly ‘soap-box’ derby racer? Would you get a smaller 2nd grader to act as your pilot?