A day in the Life of a Residence Hall Front Desk Guy

[Rbstr]

So I just spotted a kid with http://www.cafepress.com/otakuware.43577485 shirt on.

WTFH?

[Jaged]

Thats pretty fucked up.

But I thought this thread was going to have something to do with the VT shooting.

[Giovanni]

Thats pretty fucked up.

But I thought this thread was going to have something to do with the VT shooting.

What are we CNN? It's been a week.

[Rbstr]

new stories are coming out of VT nearly every day.

[Giovanni]

new stories are coming out of VT nearly every day.

If by news you mean random comments from various experts specialists and whoever has a fucking opinion about the damn thing.

I hate it when an event takes over the news and makes the entire american people forget about events that could very well be more important. It's basically slapping everyone in the face and then saying: "HEY LOOK OVER THERE! IT'S SHINY!".

We know who the shooter was, we know he was fucked with and we know he shot a shitload of innocent people! Isn't that enough? No, of course not! We need to know how regular he was and if he had an masturbation problem. Unless they come up with something shocking like the names of who made him this fucking pissed off or who he bought the guns from... I don't really see the point of regurgitating every little bit of information we can find about this idiot.


Also, that shirt is disturbing.

[Rbstr]

No, that's not what I'm talking about.
There's, today, a story about a young man who was killed while trying to help others escape. It's not news but it's a story about VT.
Also you can stop commenting on American people, I mean I know your all high and mighty coming from just north of the border and that Canada has none of the ignorance issues we do AT all. However, your not saying anything new or important yourself so please shut up. Why don't you leave our issues to ourselves(like you want us to do with the rest of the world) and get busy trying to figure out why we'd care about your opinion to begin with?

Anyway, this thread isn't about VT it's about me seeing something rather disturbing on my job. Anyone else have these stories?

[Mag-Mower]

Why? Just... Why?

[Giovanni]

Also you can stop commenting on American people, I mean I know your all high and mighty coming from just north of the border and that Canada has none of the ignorance issues we do AT all. However, your not saying anything new or important yourself so please shut up. Why don't you leave our issues to ourselves(like you want us to do with the rest of the world) and get busy trying to figure out why we'd care about your opinion to begin with?


Erm by America I mean the north american's buddy. Shit is just as bad north, we just don't talk about it... to be honest I don't know wich is worst. When I talk about the US I usually say the US.

[Rbstr]

So this job is a lot like EVE. Mostly quite boring but after you wait there are a few seconds of pure fucking awesome.

Today; Girl walks in talking very loudly on a cell phone, I get to hear 1/2 the conversation:
"Oh..my..god she's pregnant?"...
"Wait, is he the guy?"
Then as she walks into the stairwell
"HAHAHA, HE KNOCKED UP A FAT CHICK"

[Infernus]

Yeah, the other night a friend and I were walking back to our dorm from 7-11. We passed a drunk as hell chick talking on her phone, barely able to walk straight, and carrying a 12 pack of coor's light.


Ah... business majors.

[Mag-Mower]

So this job is a lot like EVE. Mostly quite boring but after you wait there are a few seconds of pure fucking awesome.

Today; Girl walks in talking very loudly on a cell phone, I get to hear 1/2 the conversation:
"Oh..my..god she's pregnant?"...
"Wait, is he the guy?"
Then as she walks into the stairwell
"HAHAHA, HE KNOCKED UP A FAT CHICK"

:lol:

I want this job when I go off to college.

[Rbstr]

Today was fun:
Giant thunderstorm blows though halfway though the 3:20-3:30 in-between-class time. It was like 80 degrees out and the hot/slutty chicks were out in force wearing white tank tops ect. and some with those newishly popular white-half-kinda-see-through shorts/pants. Good times.

Mag: It's a good job if you only really need to make spending/entertainment money. We work in 2 hour shifts 10 or so hours a week, there's like 20 people, it doesn't pay a lot, but you don't have to do much, mostly get homework done and if there is a problem call someone with real training to deal with it. Though it could be a lot different at other schools.

[Derfud]

Not every school has them either, none of the universitys I have been to have them.

[Sentrosi]

Older story, like back in 1995.

I was working as a Shift Supervisor at a popular place where they make fried chicken from Kentucky. Working with me is another SS who was going to school at a very popular party school in Wisconsin (rhymes with Oshkosh). So he invites me up for his 21st birthday bar crawl.

For those who aren't as learned as I am, a bar crawl is where you hit all of the local bars along one street, usually the most populated bar fronts along one street. I drove up there and met up with him and about 10 of his buddies and we head out to the first bar.

My friend boldly proclaims, as he's grabbing the DJ's mic, "I'm turning 21 tonight and I'm gonna have 21 shots!" The entire bar then yells, jumps, screams, begins to get their party on and buy him his 21 shots. Yes, the ENTIRE BAR (which had about 100+ in it). There were women coming up to him doing blowjobs (the shot, not the act) with him and also having him do body shots. Me and his buddies are loving this, one of his friends gets out his camera (nothing digital. This is just before those days) and starts taking shots of the festivities. We're there for about an hour...and my buddy is passed the fuck out. I mean he's gonzo. I ask the bartender how many he had. She said, "Only about 10." So his buddies and I are pissed now because you never leave your wingman. So we gather up his drunken ass and march out of the bar. He starts to sober up a bit and he can manage to put his foot in front of the other. So we head back to his dorm room. And he forgets his room key! So we go to the RA and ask to be let in. He does and I take him aside and slip him a $20. I say to him, "Chances are my drunk friend isn't going to be coming along with us the rest of the night, but some of us may have to find a nice place to pass out in, namely his room. If you let the other RA who's relieving you know that there's another $20 for him to let us in when we need to, I'd appreciate it." He agrees.

So we get inside his dorm and he says, "Man, I've gotta puke." So we herd him into the stall and he bends over...and gravity sort of took over from there. Banged his head against the porcelain god and missed the toilet completely. He threw up all over himself. Again, we don't leave our wingman behind so we shove his ass into the shower, turn on the water and squirt soap all over him. He sort of wakes up and just lays there. Once the puke has been washed from him we take his wet ass into his room and throw him into his bed. Which isn't an easy thing, as it's a bunk bed with his desk underneath it. Once we know he's going to be ok, the 10 of us head back out to do some drinking.

So his buddies and I are drinking, throwing darts, dancing, etc when this bachelorette party shows up. One of the crew knows one of the girls and then it's just a huge party. Think 40 Year Old Virgin when they run into the bachelorette party. Yes, some had those flaccid dongs hanging out of their pants. So we find a booth in this club and just start drinking, doing shots, etc. Then the party starts to couple up. I get this one smoking brunette. We're dancing and having a great time when she says, "Do you have a place we can go to talk", she says with a wink. I say, "Yeah, I'm a student here at UW-O and we can go back to my room. Only there is a buddy of mine who's done too much partying already and he's passed out there." She says that she doesn't mind one bit.

We head out and go back to the dorm. The RA lets me in and gives me a thumbs up. I get to my buddies door and open it. He has puked all over the place and is sleeping in his own filth. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, total buzz kill. And it was. We walk back down to the RA and tell him about my buddy. He says that he'll look into it. The two of us head back out looking for a place to 'talk'. Suddenly I have a brilliant idea and ask her to stay right where she was. I walk into the RA's place and ask if he's got a couple of blankets and the key to the roof. He does and gives me the items. The two of us spend the rest of the night under the moonlight doing it on the roof of the dorms (about 10 floors).

Not really an RA story, but I'm sure that RA had had enough of me.