that punk put a hole in my versace

Does today equal the best day ever???

No.

But it is the best day of work ever. I work two seperate jobs at Bethel: Dispatch for Campus Safety from 7-9, then Housekeeping from 9-3:30. To put it kindly, Housekeeping sucks. The people are nice enough, but it's a crappy job, no matter how you spin it. Dispatch, on the other hand, is a cushy desk job where I answer phone calls and use the radio, call people by numbers instead of names, and say fun things like "10-4." And when I'm not doing that, I'm playing solitare of laughing at crazy cats like Ray Smuckles.

Here's a good example. You know in the heist movies, when they're all in the bank, or in the high-tech lab/office, and they're stealing/appropriating/destroying something? Well, I'm the dude in the van. Now, that may not sound all that great, and it isn't, but at least he's part of the heist. It's kind of like being the kicker for the Colts. Anyways, I choose to see myself as a Ving Rhames rather than an Emilio Estavez.

Wait, come to think of it, there's a better example I could give. You in the police movies or tv shows, when you see the guy working dispatch behind the desk, and not doing anything fun? Well, that's me.