There are 8 desks in South Complex, all of which need change made at the beginning of the day and in the afternoon so that we can perform our primary task of giving people change for their twenties so they can give delivery guys tips.

I covered the change run yesterday. I had to carry a large pile of mail to four of the desks (as well as the change) and as I was walking into the courtyard doors of North Case hall, I saw my sister's boyfriend, Bobby. We caught each other's look and he and his friend got up and started walking to intercept me.

He and his friend got on either side of me behind me. "Give me your folders!" Bobby demanded. What was funny about this is that he had no idea I was probably carrying $200 in change in my bag. He wanted the mail.

"You don't want this," I said.

"What's in it?" he asked.

"Health center bills, letters of recommendation for people who want to be Madison professors..."

"I thought the Health center was free."

"Not if you get tests. Those aren't free."

"Okay, give me one of those letters of rec. I'll just white out the other name and put mine."

This can be said for Bobby -- now that he knows who I am, he goes out of his way to say hello, even if saying hello means "mugging" me. This morning, he hops on the counter. "I hear you met my friend Cliff."

I shooed him off the counter -- I would get in trouble if Suzette saw him like that. "I did," I said.

"What were you doing at a Methodist party?" HAHAHAHAHA.

"My roommate's a Methodist. And like, three of my friends turned 21 in like, a week, so there had to be a party."

"I hear you and him are going to split buying."

I shrugged. "Alls I know is that now when I talk about my sisters boyfriend, someone pipes up, 'Yumyum?'"

He stood up straighter, his face drained of color, and he said, "On that note, I'm leaving because they don't know what that means."

I yelled after him, "I know what it means!"

Impossible Customer Service Story of the Day:

Man comes into North Wonders hall an asks, "What is the street address from this building?"

Knowing my answer sounds absurd, I slowly reply, "This building doesn't have a street address. None of the buildings at MSU have street addresses..." This answer is absurd to the man, because to him all buildings have street addresses. This answer is absurd to me, because it no longer occurs to me that the absence of street addresses at Michigan State is strange.

"What do you mean, they don't have street addresses?!"

Yes, ladies and gents, I was yelled at for the building not having an address.

Fun Customer Service Story of the Day:

A woman asked if it was okay for her camper to have over-the-counter medicine in her room. I told her, "Well, as long as you trust your daughter to take it responsibly, I don't see a problem with it. But I didn't hear or see anything."

She winked at me and made motions to show that she understood. "Can I leave a package here for my daughter, then?"

"Sure," I said.

"I'll be right back, I have to go out and buy it." She went out and bought said over-the-counter medicine, and she bought me a bag of candy while she was out. :D

Letter to the Managers:

Suzette and Diane --

Today at North Wonders, at approximately 11:30am, a woman came up to check out her daughter and her friend. When I couldn't locate the friend's permission to leave form, I had to call the emergency number, as per the proceedure.

The woman I had to contact was annoyed that I had to call her; she had apparently filled out a permission to leave form. However, I could not find it. I tried to explain that I was just following proceedure, and I was sorry the paper had been left.

When I got off the phone, the woman told me that I was rude. I tried to explain that with the rain and the check out, things had been a bit hectic. She told me that I wouldn't get anywhere in life if I didn't buck up. Unfortunately, I let things escalate and told her that I didn't have to take advice from her. She took my name, saying she was good friends with the head soccer coach -- and when I said that he had nothing to do with my job, she said that he would.

I checked the girls out correctly, just for the record.

So, don't be suprised if someone is contacted about my behavior. I was less than friendly, but I was doing my job. I apologize for this, and it won't happen again.

Kate Ditzler

I was always told that I should share my joys as well as my sorrows. (Sorrows shared are divided, joys shared are multiplied, etc.)

This particular set of sports camps have been trying. For some reason, every camper is just coming across as completely rude and it was beginning to wear on my patience.

However, today, one of the Wrestlers put money in the Pepsi machine and it was out of water. "What should I do?" he asked.

Well, I could give him a refund, but that would leave a credit in the machine. So I told him to pick something else out.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

Surprised, I laughed. "Something with caffeine," I said.

He got me a Cherry Pepsi. As he was walking away, I remembered that I had packed two waters in my bag this morning. I traded him the Pepsi for the water that he wanted.

That was a good trade. And it brightened my morning. (And maybe the caffeine will wake me up a bit.)

Academic Orientation Program (AOP) is a miserable experience for everyone involved.

Trust me.

(Don't be discouraged, future spartan friends. Just be aware.)

Ways to die on the job at the South Complex Desks:

Choke on an ID
Poisoned atmosphere in the confined space under the desk
Get run over by a car while doing parking
Get run over by a cart while doing check out
Electrocuted by the radio
Smothering by flannel mattress pads
Fatal paper cut
Staph infection resulting from a paper cut
Trip and get impaled on a pen
Lightning strikes the key cabinet
Being mugged on the change run

Uhm. It's bitching about work time.

Sunday through Tuesday (Today) there was a Volleyball camp where they were working on setting. Tuesday (Today) though Thursday there will be a volleyball camp that is teaching all skills. The problem? Girls who are in one camp are highly likely that they are also in the second camp.

And we have to check them out of the first camp in order to check them into the second camp, because these sports camps are bureacratic nightmares. They have to walk over to the Ice Arena, where they check into the camp, and then they have to walk back to where they're staying to check into the housing, and they have to check out of housing and move all their stuff from one end of the building to the other.

What?!

Mixed messages all around: Is there a safe place to put your stuff? No. No, there isn't. REALLY, there isn't. Keep it in your rooms until you're ready to move to one side of the building to another. Do you have to go to Munn to check into the sports camps? Yes, to check into the camp. No, because the tag you're currently wearing has all the information we need to check you into the new housing.

Here's my favorite: Do you have room in the new camp? How am I supposed to know? I only do the housing. Really, I only make change. I am way down low in a long list of people who you have to talk to to get anything you want. I can sometimes, but not always, point you in the right direction, but I am actually mostly uninformed of basically everything.

*bitch bitch bitchity bitch*

All I want to do is watch my episode of Dr. Who. Seriously, this is NOT MY PROBLEM.