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On any other day it would not faze me crazy, but today, I awoke from my deepset slumber at 13:00. It never occurred to me the impact that five hour sleeps would have on my body. It has been four days or so straight that I have left the house for my volunteer run at the Volleyball at the Entertainment Centre.
Usually there is nothing for me to do until the games are about to start over at the pavilion in Olympic Park at around 10:00 and then at 11:00 five other runners start their twelve hour shifts. Might seem excessive having eight print results runners hanging around but when an order comes through there just doesn't seem to be enough.
Every time a start list, match results or flash quotes get sent through I try and get the package for the Press Tribune. There's a funky Canadian named Heather who makes the whole experience that much more pleasant. On other days, an Aussie girl Kate from Melbourne keeps it up there.
Not to say I'm not having a blast as it is. There is this white covered plastic tunnel that links the Exhibition Halls to the Entertainment Centre. This is where the Volleyball athletes walk down just before stepping onto the court. At the Exhibition end of the tunnel is our longest client, Sports Info Desk. While one runner delivers to the Desk, eight jobs would of been sent through and done. Most dreaded. That is of course next to the SOBO Tribune, a crabby lady commands this post. So damn finicky. Competition Management, the people who run the whole Volleyball administration once trashed forty copies of newly delivered results because they assumed they already had them. Calls were made, names were called and Comp Management got a fresh new batch.
'Mag and Bag,' I would have to say is the most nerve wracking thing I have had to face. I just don't like it when the guards have to place there hands all over my open hip bag in search of non-existant C4, knife or a gun. I enjoy the rest of the 'experience' though. I think my heart seized as I passed the metal detector on the first day. A runner friend found out that there was a thin metallic strip in the Aussie money bills. It was that sensitive.
They once had muffins. No longer. Merely two inch cubed cakes, crumbly too.
Wednesday, 20 September 2000 - 10:20
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