What’s true about me is that I love two things: amenities, and being at the airport. So even though I landed early and could have done any of a hundred great things, all I wanted was lunch at the O’Hare airport SkyClub. At this point I’m 84% Swiss cheese cubes. 

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Campus Leadership Council meeting means free Aramark lunch! If we’re honest, it’s 40% of the reason I’m here. The sandwich was new and pretty great, there’s something about dry, leathery institutional ham slices that I really enjoy. The pasta was still al dente, a rare thing. And Cheetos are every bit as good as they look in the back page ad of the Archie Double Digest. I was so pleased that it was 40 minutes or so before I realized that there was no cookie tray, just little bags of hard dry Famous Amos vending machine cookies. I guess we can’t have it all. 

Yuck. I know the pasta salad is yuck. And yet, I am always wooed by the pasta salad. Why? I’m like a bad Pavlov dog. But I know the pastrami sandwich is the best sandwich on the CUNY catering sandwich tray, so I took a couple of those. I ate with A., who had lots of advice about applying for grad school in the fall. I mean, why not?

When your day long assessment meeting is rescheduled from 9 to 4 to 9 to 3, and then breaks for lunch at 11:45 and officially at 1, you know you’ve gotten off lucky.

My meeting with the salutatorian to go over his speech took longer than I expected so I had to run downstairs to see R. and J. in action, talking actual library collections with a group of faculty. The Aramark platters were picked over but half a portobello sandwich was left. Why so much oil, Aramark? Why?

Another Information Literacy Town Hall, another Aramark spread. Is it a sign of my massive accruing wealth that the free Aramark lunch doesn’t feel so exciting anymore? Why don’t I have the same amount of fun I used to have? Where has the thrill gone?

A very novel lunch: I was dead last in line for the buffet. But I was scrambling to find a place to charge my phone, somewhere I could print, I was nervous about standing up and speaking to a group. But there were still sandwiches left when I got to the front of the line, plenty of them, plus these vinegary green beans. I ate next to M. and her colleague on the left, K. on the right, the place crawling with a leap of librarians.