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On Saturday I finally found out what my exact role in the Olympics would be. For months now I've been thinking that my volunteering position, "Print Results Distribution Runner," at the Volleyball would have me gather games results and deliver them to the data-entry people. Not so. That would of been redundant since they have the results personnel enter the scores live from the courts. What they have me doing, and around seven other runners, is delivering copies of the results all over the Entertainment Centre. Much more leg work than I entailed.
The security guards at the back of the EntCent seemed pretty clueless. No one on gate authority knew what was going down in the complex, so I flashed my accreditation pass to get through the gates. They let me in but my contact—who is a dynamo of energy, enthusiam and vibrance—said I would need to sling around my neck a 'bump-in pass.' Seems I brought along my security pass for nothing but a creasin'. I found a crease in the top-left corner when I took it off at home.
Not only did my legs get a workout running through the tunnels and access halls of the Entertainment Centre, but I got an opportunity to try out my nickname, Ethan. Soul-sucking stuff, feel kinda low though as I would like to be fully upfront to my team.
Tuesday, 29 August 2000 - 04:00
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