Today I had to cut potatoes, for 2 hours. It is amazing how the feeling of time and the entire feeling of consciousnesses is irreparably altered during 2 hours of potatoes. In fact one gets the rare chance to approach the realm of eternity and infinity: In short, 2 hours feel like forever, literally.
Regardless, there is some benefits to being a kitchen employee cutting potatoes. One gets to meditate! For after 15 min the brain undergoes this formidable operation of separating between the auto mode (cutting potatoes) and the hyper thoughtful mode. Also one get to contemplate the "human condition" in different aspects that are all too rare in an off-work situation.
It is amazing to consider the sheer number of people who can/do supervise, guide and plainly boss me around through the seemingly mechanical potato cutting. In fact one gets bossed around so much that it almost bruises even the healthiest and toughest egos!
A conversation that I had with a supervisor about potatoes is, in tern, worthy of contemplation:
-Supervisor:" When you find the black ones, THROW THEM AWAY!" then slams a potato in bin.
-me:" That is racist" supervisor looks up at me, realizes I have "color"
-Supervisor:"That is true actually..."
Only my breaking into laughter liberated my nice fellow supervisor from his agony.
D Hall, Gotta love it.
Lebounce
(all opinions, facts and characters presented in the previous text are purely the result of the authors imagination. They have no factual or real implication or source. That said, I love Dhall and I do wanna keep my job: skidmore dining hall is clean, so far racist free and delicious food is its product)
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