Well, this is new.

Well, this is new.

A week ago I would have laughed out loud if someone would have told me that I'd be writing a blog today, but recently there seems to be a upsurge of interest in blogging and at the behest of some of my friends I've decided to start. Don't get me wrong, I see blogs as being an important part of sharing information with other people (although the thought of having people I don't know read my words is a little odd), the thought of me committing to something like a blog is the laughable part. See, I'm not the kind of guy who is good at keeping up journals or logs. Even something like writing down events while I'm traveling for as short an amount of time as a week is difficult for me. It's not that I don't like writing, mind you, just that I tend to try and remember important things by sheer force of memory rather than jotting down notes.

So yes, this is somewhat laughable.

Hey, at least I'm trying, right? Isn't that the first step towards self-betterment? I'd like to think so.

So. This blog is titled "just roving along" and that's exactly what it's going to be about, just the little things that crop up here and there throughout the day that evoke some sort of a response from me. Some days they'll be funny or sad, ironic or poignant. Some days I'll no doubt have no source material to work from (i.e. days when I'm writing papers or studying) so I'll try to draw upon past events in order to have something to discuss. We'll start off with a funny one and see how far we get.

A couple of weeks ago I was looking for something to take the edge off of my hunger during my shift at work and I decided to stop by the food court in the middle of campus. Since this is the middle of the summer, there are very few restaurants open since there's not the normal hustle and bustle through the food court. Among the open restaurants are the Chinese place, the Indian place, and the Burger King. Unfortunately, most of the descent food comes from the places that are closed this time of year, so right now we've got our choice of crap, crap, or crap.

To anyone who takes offense at Burger King being called crap food: deal with it, anything that leaves me regretting the fact that I'm not in a coma for ten hours is crap. And that was just the chicken sandwich. The HEALTHY chicken sandwich.

Anyway, I'd had the Chinese food the previous day and Indian food completely destroys my stomach, so I decided to give Burger King another try. Wasn't that nice of me? I grab a tray from the entrance to the food court and walk over to the line in front of the glaring neon sign for the BK. As I approach, I notice that there are only a couple of people working behind the counter when there are normally four or five, the school scaling back shifts just as they scale back food selection. The reason that I note this is because the people working seemed very frazzled, not only that but tired as well from having to do more than the usual share of work.

There's one guy in front of me that hasn't ordered yet, so I observe as he made his selection. After a few moments, the time it took for his burgers to roast in the scarcely concealed microwave behind the counter, the woman behind the counter hands the two small burgers over to him and looks at me for my order. I look back at the guy, who hasn't moved from in front of the counter, his face smushed into a displeased frown, as if he just walked through a fart. The woman notes my hesitancy and shifts her gaze to the man in front of her.

"Is something wrong, sir?" she says, clearly exasperated.

"Well, um," the kid rocks his weight from one foot to the other, "um, yeah. These are still cold." He holds the burgers out in front of himself, as though imploring the woman to do something about it.

She waits for a moment, looks him up and down and says, totally straight-faced, "What, so you want those warm or something?"

I could barely contain myself as the guy replied, "Yeah, if that's not too much trouble..."

With a huff, the woman takes the burgers back, unwraps them, and throws them back in the microwave, glaring icily at him the entire time. Way to make her do her job, dude. She wrapped them back up and shoved them at him, nearly sending them sliding onto the floor. She looks at me and very loudly says "NEXT!"

Don't you just hate it when people make you do your job? Sheesh.