4 by Sam M. '07

I’m working desk for 4 hours tonight to get a head start on my 10.302: Transport Processes homework. I have a busload to do this weekend and I’m going to see MTG’s Star Wars: Musical Edition on Sunday, so I really have to get a move on early, even if it means tooling the night before a three-day weekend.

In the meantime, I’m going to be your very own Kiefer Sutherland and write a real-time blog entry.

10:04 — Okay, Michael ’08 just brought back Stephen King’s It (in Burton-Conner, we let people check out movies from our dorm collection for free), and although he’s a trustworthy fellow, I decided to open it up and look in side as per deskworker rules. Lucky that I did, because the thing was FREAKING COVERED WITH A COLONY OF ANTS. What is even edible in a DVD box? Do I even want to know? Mike just took it back to the bathroom to wash it off.

10:12 — There’s a bag of Oreos sitting here and nobody know’s . Kenny ’06: “It’s okay, they’re not double stuf. I can resist them as long as they’re not double stuf.”

10:16 — Michael decides to check out Batman Begins. Excellent choice. Hopefully he can bring it back not COVERED IN ANTS! Or worse, COVERED IN BATS!!

10:17 — I discover that unlike Kenny, I cannot resist Oreos, even if they’re not Double Stuf.

10:19 — Start on 10.302.

10:23 — Got bored, starting 21M.302 composition assignment instead.

10:36 — I keep giving these Oreos to people as they walk by. Amanda ’08 asked me whose they were and I realized that I do not know. I’m so open in dispensing others’ foodstuffs. This composition assignment is less-than-cool.

10:37 — Random thought: I hate Sudoku.

10:39 — Okay, some guy just took an Oreo without even asking me if they’re free while telling his friends a story about how he woke up naked on somebody’s bathroom floor or something. Oh, he’s on the list. I hope something more interesting than this bag of Oreos happens to me tonight. I thought it started off so promisingly with the ants.

10:49 — Shouts of “Oreos at front desk?” abound from down the hallway as five gentlemen come to claim their bounty. One asked if he could just take the whole bag. I replied democratically that I’d prefer he didn’t, because some other people might want some Oreos also. Still, taking two each, they manage to polish off the bag with little effort. Oh, how I seethe at desk.

11:07 — One boy and one girl stand behind desk and criticize our movie selection continuously for five minutes. Completing a joke that kinda wrote its own punchline, they very nearly get Gigli before asking me for my recommendation. I suggest Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter and Spellbound, and the girl chooses the latter… because she wants something to help her fall asleep. Thanks, girl.

11:20 — Done with 21M.302. No relation, or at least only very marginal, to 10.302. Here is the finished product–a bland, uninspired harmonization of a decent melody, featuring a descending 65 sequence.

11:21 — Random thought: twins creep me out.

11:38 — Someone returns “Fever Pitch” unhappily after realizing that it’s not the Drew Barrymore/Red Sox one, but it in fact about soccer. Providing movie reviews and recommendations is just another thing that is really not part of my job description, but I’ll gladly do anyway. Other things that are not part of my job description, much to the surprise of dorm residents: making change, procuring power tools, supplying aspirin and other useful medical supplies.

11:39 — This girl came down and was like “Hi Sam, how are you?” and she checked out “How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days” but I don’t know her name and it’s not something you can ask in this situation. However, proper deskworker procedure dictates that I mark down who rented the movie in our excel spreadsheet. Conundrum!

11:43 — Jeremy ’09 is shooting staples over my head into the trash can. I am not wearing shoes. I hope he is accurate.

11:53 — Mark ’09 passes down en route to pick up a pile of junk in Building 1 that he heard about on Reuse.

11:55 — Jeremy offers a solution to my conundrum — “Just ask how she spells her name. And then she’s like, ‘A-M-A-N-D-A'”

12:00 — I finally get smart and facebook her. H-O-L-L-Y.

12:13 — Random fact: I am deathly afraid of ferris wheels.