Yesterday, Jane shared the story of my first drink at Linda's, her first time attending a 21st birthday party and her first time being in a bar (these may or may not have been all the same night). Today, I'm reminiscing about one of the first stories I was assigned on University Desk three years ago.
"What were the experiences of dining hall employees during snowstorms?" Seemed simple enough. I went up and asked an employee in Rams. She directed me to her supervisor. Her supervisor gave me a phone number to call. I called and spoke to a man who said he couldn't help me and gave me another number. I called that one, and they gave me an email address. I emailed and was directed back to the first phone number I was given. I called that and got no response. I tried talking to another supervisor and got a different number, went through a couple more people and was finally able to speak with two employees who were chosen by a manager.
For the record, I don't have opinions about UNC institutions/administration because I'm a journalist. That said, I might just leave this editorial about Aramark and UNC dining halls here for no particular reason. If only because we haven't written an editorial about the hellfire of public relations recently.