Neda: Fairhaven Afficianado

Neda, my superior in the NYT, emailed me a day or so ago because she wanted to meet while she was in Bellingham today. I told her I could do that, and gave her my lunch hours. She told me to meet her in the Viking Commons at noon.

Fast forward to noon today, and she's not there. I ring her up, asking if she wanted to meet at the Viking Commons or the Viking Union. She replied that she was actually in the "Fairhaven Area."

I told her that that was okay, and that I'd meet her in about ten minutes or so. I then questioned whether or not the dining halls were open there, but assumed that they must be, as she was there. She told me she was in the Colophon Café, which I took to be the wacky hippy name of the convenience store there, akin to Arntzen Atrium.

I hoofed my way down there, and found that no food services, either dining hall or convenience store, were open. I rang Neda up, and asked her if she was in Fairhaven College or Fairhaven District.

She was in goddamned Fairhaven district!

I told her that I don't have a car that I drive to campus, and I had to be back to work in forty-five minutes, and that I couldn't make it.

What the Christ? I swear this is part of some genius management strategy that theorizes pissed off workers are effective workers. I lost half of my lunch break walking to Fairhaven and back.