Education Week / BYU is not a holy land

Hello all! Yes, yes I know its been so long since I've blogged and you've all just been dying to hear from me. Well it seems that today is your lucky day. Alright so, Education Week. It happened back in August and was probably one of my least favorite times of the year to work at the Creamery. Not because it was overly crowded, or that it was super busy, or that the hours were bad. Oh those things were just fine. Its the attitude of half the people that come to Education Week that makes me crazy. You see, I am not a fan of this "BYU is a holy land" mentality that people have. I mean come on people, it is just a school. Yes it's a great school with great values etc etc etc. But it is not some blessed ground. Its not. Even though it is treated as such, it is not a "Mormon Mecca". Yet people continue, year after year, to make "pilgrimages" here, to ship their kids off here for the summers, and instill in their young ones an obsessive love for BYU. Let me reiterate that I do think BYU is a wonderful school with amazing things to offer, but it is still just that, a school. And this belief that BYU is hallowed ground transfers over to the Creamery. I've referenced this before, but people really are obsessed with the BYU made stuff we sell. I have heard the words "Oh I swear by BYU (insert ice cream, ranch, cheese, cottage cheese here) " It is nothing to swear by people. It is just dairy products, made like any other dairy products, being sold in a grocery store just like any other. The Education Weekers just exemplify this obnoxious behavior. They all flock to the Creamery and fawn over EVERYTHING. "Oh look they have Creamery buckets! I HAVE to get one!" "This ice cream is better than life itself!" "I have to stock up and buy 8 gallons of ranch while I'm here, it is the best" Every little thing becomes just magical, just because it is in a grocery store that is on BYU campus. And dealing with flocks of wannabe middle aged "students" obsesssing over everything ain't really my thing. Because tempers can get pretty out of control. Like just the other day, this woman asked me if I could check if we had more buttermilk in the back, and when we didn't she flipped out because she drove ALL the way from Salt Lake through I-15 traffic just for our buttermilk. To that I have two things to say: first, if you are going to drive more that 20 minutes to get something from a grocery store, you're an idiot if you don't call ahead and make sure they have it because contrary to popular belief we do not have infinite supplies of everything. And second, don't drive 30 minutes plus for some freaking buttermilk. Holy cow (pun?). Just buy buttermilk where you live because I can guarantee that it is no different than ours. It was hard for me not to just tell her she was an idiot for driving so far and I had absolutely no sympathy for her and she could gripe at me all she wanted because I could care less. But of course I cannot say such things. Which brings us to the very common theme of Kylie wishing she could tell people off at work when they deserved it. Hmpf.