The Fight for Food!
Yesterday. Sunday. It was about 2:00ish and I had just risen from my sacred extra time in bed that I live for nowadays. I was hungry but in no hurry, after showering and dressing and such. I headed for a walk down to the cafeteria, noticing the extraordinarily warm weather after "the summer's" recent demise. Unfortunately, the cafeteria was close between the hours of 12:00 and 4:00 on weekends. I thought this ridiculous, since young men as myself need to eat and my meal plan is a costly 1,550 dollars. My pockets were lined with some extra cash, so I decided to head down to the local supermarket, a Hannaford's, and see what I could scrummage.
The walk was about ten to fifteen minutes at a leisurely pace, with my headphones playing the latest illegally downloaded selections from my music library. At the supermarket, I casually milled about, viewing and comparing and deciding. I only wanted a lunch, and not any sort of bulk materials largely packaged to be forgotten about in my fridge or closet. I carefully settled with some pre-made sandwiches from the deli, some muffins from the bakery and a large bottle of Juicey Juice (sooo good). I made friendly conversation with the register-dude, a friend of mine from classes, and was on my way.
Back in the sunlit sanctuary of my dorm room, I reclined in the leather recliner and ate my lunch. Delicious, nutritious and well worth it. All thoughts of the greasy, poorly-cooked campus food were eradicated from my mind, thankfully. I did not have to deal with one over-age slow-responding staff member or wait in any sort of line to get my food. That night, my quality lunch sat healthfully in my stomach until broken down and assimilated into my body. No gastric distress. No bowel catastrophe.
This got me to thinking. $1,550 dollars of mine go to my school so a catering service known as Aramark can fill my stomach with artificial butter, grease and the most-poorly-cooked staple foods you could even imagine. Everyone on campus accepts the fact the food ridiculously sucks and later that night it will revisit them during some private time with the toilet, except it'll smell worse the second time. I'm no doctor but the body shouldn't process food to poop in less than an hour.
We all complain. But we all still eat.
An Aramark facts sheet will tell you a meal at school costs approximately $7.00
My Hannaford-bought lunch came to $7.42 (and I didn't even eat my second muffin).
Revelation. I never want to eat here again. I bring this up to my roommate over our breakfast of undercooked eggs and ketchup. It's then, from him, I learn that you actually can not cancel your meal plan or get any sort of refund. My dismay at learning this information can not be expressed by mere text.
So plans were set in motion. Next semester, with time freed up from less classes and no theatre productions, my roommate and I are going to bring Aramark down. Petitions, Protests, Slander, Dissent. I refuse to have my money wasted like this.
FUN FACT: Aramark bought new waffle-irons that makes waffles have the imprint of "USM" in the center.
Fuck you, Aramark. I'm not going to take this sitting down (on a toilet, for half an hour).
P.S. That whole mastinence thing is sort of over now, after seven whole days. What the hell was I doing that for?
The walk was about ten to fifteen minutes at a leisurely pace, with my headphones playing the latest illegally downloaded selections from my music library. At the supermarket, I casually milled about, viewing and comparing and deciding. I only wanted a lunch, and not any sort of bulk materials largely packaged to be forgotten about in my fridge or closet. I carefully settled with some pre-made sandwiches from the deli, some muffins from the bakery and a large bottle of Juicey Juice (sooo good). I made friendly conversation with the register-dude, a friend of mine from classes, and was on my way.
Back in the sunlit sanctuary of my dorm room, I reclined in the leather recliner and ate my lunch. Delicious, nutritious and well worth it. All thoughts of the greasy, poorly-cooked campus food were eradicated from my mind, thankfully. I did not have to deal with one over-age slow-responding staff member or wait in any sort of line to get my food. That night, my quality lunch sat healthfully in my stomach until broken down and assimilated into my body. No gastric distress. No bowel catastrophe.
This got me to thinking. $1,550 dollars of mine go to my school so a catering service known as Aramark can fill my stomach with artificial butter, grease and the most-poorly-cooked staple foods you could even imagine. Everyone on campus accepts the fact the food ridiculously sucks and later that night it will revisit them during some private time with the toilet, except it'll smell worse the second time. I'm no doctor but the body shouldn't process food to poop in less than an hour.
We all complain. But we all still eat.
An Aramark facts sheet will tell you a meal at school costs approximately $7.00
My Hannaford-bought lunch came to $7.42 (and I didn't even eat my second muffin).
Revelation. I never want to eat here again. I bring this up to my roommate over our breakfast of undercooked eggs and ketchup. It's then, from him, I learn that you actually can not cancel your meal plan or get any sort of refund. My dismay at learning this information can not be expressed by mere text.
So plans were set in motion. Next semester, with time freed up from less classes and no theatre productions, my roommate and I are going to bring Aramark down. Petitions, Protests, Slander, Dissent. I refuse to have my money wasted like this.
FUN FACT: Aramark bought new waffle-irons that makes waffles have the imprint of "USM" in the center.
Fuck you, Aramark. I'm not going to take this sitting down (on a toilet, for half an hour).
P.S. That whole mastinence thing is sort of over now, after seven whole days. What the hell was I doing that for?
posted by Travis H. Curran at 10/03/2005 06:04:00 AM
1 Comments:
you pretty much win
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