Crap Crap Crap!
That's what I've been having for lunch and dinner almost every day. Living in Northwood Housing, I'm forced to travel a distance of about 400 meters to get there. Most of the time I just drive. If I drive, there's the risk of getting a parking ticket because if there's no space in the parking lot, there's a very high chance that I wont put enough money to last me my meal time.
Then there are the lines. Every year, for the past 3 years I've had to endure the horrid lines that extend from the entrance, two flights of stairs and finally another 15 meters to the front desk. Every early Fall, it always seems like there are more freshmen coming in than there are seniors graduating. Sadly, not all seniors eat in the dining halls, but almost 35% of all freshmen do....in Bursley.
If the lines are not enough to turn you away, there's the food. Oh, and you would think that there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You'll be sorely disappointed. The food in Bursley reminds me of how McDonalds tries to meet the demands of their millions of customers....everything is mass produced. Strange how the cooker is right outside the actual kitchen, so as we are lining up, we can see how the food is treated in all its "glory". It's enough to make you skip the entrees and make a beeline to the salad bar.
Did I forget to mention the Swiper? Apparently it's the job every employee wants since it's the easiest one available. He just sits there, takes the MCard from the student and swipes it. Every fifteen minutes, he records down the number of students he’s swiped in. But this is a very privileged position so only the oldest and the most physically challenged workers get priority. Well, it’s also because they cant do anything else. How appropriate. We are dying of starvation and there's this old fart that stares blankly at my face as I approach the counter. After 5 seconds (an eternity), he suddenly jolts back into reality and extends his wrinkly old phalanges to receive my MCard. Sheesh....
There's this old dude that does get on my nerves sometimes. He's called Sexy Grandpa. Apparently, he's a legend here. They even have Sexy Grandpa T-shirts that say "I've been served by Sexy Grandpa". Apparently he got the name from the cap he was wearing. It had the words boldly written across the front. Someone got offended by it and eventually he had to resort to wearing Harley Davidson caps. Poor chap.
Anyway the old geezer's the fastest server in the dining hall. So if you're in line and he's serving, jump over to the counter that he's serving on. The thing that ticks me off about him is his attitude. I've been lectured a couple of times by him just because I asked for that extra piece of chicken. Good grief, I pay for my meals! Other times he tells me to shush up while he rearranges the burritos before taking my order. He goes, "Now hold on there." Then he shifts the stacks around a little. Then looks up and then says, "Ok, now you got to be patient there. Now what do you want?". It seems really trivial, but you've got to experience it to know what I'm talking about. Some people just love to exercise the little bit of authority they have whenever they have the chance.
Horror stories? I've got horror stories aplenty. There was once I was having breakfast this one time and I found a hair in my pancake. This actually happened to me twice. Another time was when I struck something rather hard in while cutting my, yes, once again, pancake. I thought it was a carrot stick or something, but it turned out to be a bottle cap ring! I went to see the server about it but all he did was give me a new pancake shrugged. Ugh!
I cant cancel my meal plan in the middle of the semester but I'm seriously considering canceling it next semester. I think two and a half years of suffering for a little convenience is enough. Since I have my own kitchen and a car, I may as well eat better. It's about time!