Desk Work
Today, I worked a mail shift at the South Case Desk. I have been doing the mail at one or the other of the desks in Case on a fairly regular basis for approximately two years now. Needless to say, this is usually an uneventful, boring task. Today, however, I received magazines marked "Address Service Requested" (which means they have to be forwarded and/or returned to sender) for two residents I am fairly sure do not live in the building -- "Poopy McPoopsalot" and "Slackin C. Money." Since I obviously could not find a forwarding address for the individuals in question, I was forced to send them back to the company. I wish I could see the faces of the poor bastard who gets to enter the data in the computer that a "Mr. Poopy McPoopsalot" and a "Mr. Slackin C. Money" do not, in fact, live in S. Case Hall on MSU's campus. Okay, now back to doing biochem. . .