This week, Bwog tackles the entitlement that is every person on campus who eats at Hewitt and doesn’t know how to work the dish conveyor belt.
As the intoxicating warmth of our upcoming break draws nearer, I am further reminded of how chaotic college is, and how ready I am to be out of here, even if just for under a week. My patience has grown thin, and my state of slight annoyance has grown and evolved into a state of major annoyance. Why, might you ask? One reason: the diners of Hewitt hall.
Hewitt hall has long been a staple of Barnard College’s fine dining. The people who work there– especially the lady who works at the deli who calls me “baby”– are kind beyond belief and are good at what they do. The same cannot be said for those that eat there. CC, SEAS, Barnard students and the like, despite the constant brag of intelligence that leaves the lips of every student at this university, cannot seem to figure out how to work the conveyor belt for dirty dishes.
About once a day– and always, for some reason, the time I’m there–the conveyor belt becomes clogged with overfilled trays, random plates, and some kind of liquid. There are even trays thrown on top of the clogged mess, often by students who seemingly don’t care about anyone but themselves. I know, for I have watched many a person just throw their dishes up there, look at me, and walk away, fully aware that they’re contributing to the large clog and making the jobs of those who work in Hewitt harder. Alas, they do not care.
So, please, my fellow Columbia University students, don’t overload the trays. If something gets clogged, say, for example, a tray gets caught on a corner, don’t ignore it; try and fix it. Don’t just put a bunch of dishes onto a tray, put it down on the conveyor belt, and walk away after it gets stuck. And if you see someone trying to fix it (me), don’t put a dirty plate on the counter next to them and leave them to deal with it. That’s just fucked up.