Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Montclair State University
It's a quiet place up here in these mountains. At least it used to be. I used to feel safe walking at like 3 o'clock in the morning here. Lately, I have been noticing more and more cops patrolling near my dorm. Like sometimes I feel like I'm living back in the hood like 'who they lookin' for now?' The main campus dorms are starting to look like the projects. In our rooms we have project heat and it's dark. People just sit in their windows and stare at other people. JUST LIKE IN THE HOOD. It's crazy!! I came to college to escape all of that. People trying to pop off in the lounges. Like please get it through your head. YOU ARE IN COLLEGE, YOU NOT HOOD NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!
Next, I need to address the food. It's amazing how EVERYTHING tastes like water. I got a brownie that tasted like sweet water. I got some mac and cheese that tasted like creamy water. I got a rice krispie treat out of the vending machine that didn't even taste right. WTF???? I'm so hungry. It doesn't matter how much salt and pepper you empty onto the food it still tastes the same. It's like the food ABSORBS the salt and pepper. It's like a magical water they use that overpowers all taste. Even the burgers are soggy and taste like water. It's like chewy water with ketchup or whatever you put on your burger. And even though you know it's going to taste the same each time you order it again because you get your hopes up. Even the pudding tastes like WATER. I thought pudding was made with milk??? Can someone please bring me some food.
Lastly, for today, I need to bring up the vendors. I understand and commend them for having their own businesses and trying to make money. Where else better to do it than a college campus? But these motherfuckers are rude. I'm tired of this age-ism. You come here because you want us to buy your shit but you treat us like shit. There is this one fat lady who is always on the phone. Now see.......I used to work retail for three years and now I work in customer service. It is nothing that misses me off more that rude sales people. Sometimes I just feel like bitchslapping these people with their own merchandise. It's not my fault you 47 years old trying to pay your rent selling woven bracelets. That's a personal problem. There was this one bitch. YEA SHE WAS A BITCH. She tried to sell me a woman's hat and scarf set for my father like I don't know the difference. When I asked her bitch ass if she had stuff for men she shoulda said no. Instead, she argued with me and got mad cuz I called her shit cheap and was like fuck it. All the while that bitch never stopped eating her chinese food to come and help me. I wanted to trash everything but I believe in karma.
Next, I need to address the food. It's amazing how EVERYTHING tastes like water. I got a brownie that tasted like sweet water. I got some mac and cheese that tasted like creamy water. I got a rice krispie treat out of the vending machine that didn't even taste right. WTF???? I'm so hungry. It doesn't matter how much salt and pepper you empty onto the food it still tastes the same. It's like the food ABSORBS the salt and pepper. It's like a magical water they use that overpowers all taste. Even the burgers are soggy and taste like water. It's like chewy water with ketchup or whatever you put on your burger. And even though you know it's going to taste the same each time you order it again because you get your hopes up. Even the pudding tastes like WATER. I thought pudding was made with milk??? Can someone please bring me some food.
Lastly, for today, I need to bring up the vendors. I understand and commend them for having their own businesses and trying to make money. Where else better to do it than a college campus? But these motherfuckers are rude. I'm tired of this age-ism. You come here because you want us to buy your shit but you treat us like shit. There is this one fat lady who is always on the phone. Now see.......I used to work retail for three years and now I work in customer service. It is nothing that misses me off more that rude sales people. Sometimes I just feel like bitchslapping these people with their own merchandise. It's not my fault you 47 years old trying to pay your rent selling woven bracelets. That's a personal problem. There was this one bitch. YEA SHE WAS A BITCH. She tried to sell me a woman's hat and scarf set for my father like I don't know the difference. When I asked her bitch ass if she had stuff for men she shoulda said no. Instead, she argued with me and got mad cuz I called her shit cheap and was like fuck it. All the while that bitch never stopped eating her chinese food to come and help me. I wanted to trash everything but I believe in karma.
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