I decided to do a new series - Things that Blow Me, (and not in a good way). I figure, I don't really rant enough on here as I do in real life, and I feel like I should release some of the frustrations out in a healthier way than drawing diagrams of death traps I want to set up around the campus. And that way, of course, is to blog about it and force let you read it and perhaps gain some insight as of things NOT to do if you happen to run into me.

First things first: UMBC's Work Staff.

Outside of government workers, I don't believe I've ever met a more incompetent group of people in my life. Let's start with the wonderful people in Food Services.

Look, I get it. They brought you out of the hood and/or jail and you're blown about your new life style. Working? Doing menial labor? How dare they ask so much of you! There's just one thing about this:

I don't pay this much fucking tuition to get yelled at, ignored, or blatantly dismissed when I'm trying to get my goddamn food. You are fucking ridiculous and if I were the manager I would fire 99% of you. Do you understand the concept of "work ethic?" How about "customer service?" Because if you ask me what I want to eat and you don't look at me when you ask me, I'm going to assume you don't give a shit about what I want and therefore I won't give a shit if you get put back on dish duty after the ever so "random" drug testing UMBC feels the need to do every so often!

If I tell you I want a burger with pepper jack cheese and your next question is "What kind of cheese?" you clearly have a listening problem and don't need to be working in ANY type of service industry.

If I tell you I want a chicken quesadilla and you get the tortilla and proceed to stand by the meat section looking at me like I'm fucking crazy for not prompting you about what meat I want, you're a dumb piece of shit and don't deserve to work, period!

I don't come to get food to deal with your bull shit attitudes and poor service, I come to get food so I can go back to having my bank account emptied by this university and go back to the slave labor known as taking twenty credits a semester. Do you really think you'll get anywhere with your shit outlook and a fifth grade comprehension level?? Step your mother fucking game up!

In this economy you are lucky you have a fucking job at all. I'm not asking you to greet me with a chipper grin and a hop in your step when you're fixing my goddamn grade D meat, but at least have the respect to look me in the fucking face and not take your damn time when I've got places to fucking be. If you can't respect me I will return the favor and treat you like shit, which is going to be tough for you because I'm brutal as hell and I don't think twice about making you feel lower than scum.

Your poor goddamn life choices aren't my fucking problem so get your shit together before you get pimp slapped with my red card, bitches.