I think my expression the evening before when Kelly asked me if I would return to the Support role again the next day told the true story of my feelings on the subject. I had, of course, said I'd be happy to assist again, but I've never been good at hiding my true feelings. Kelly had immediately noticed that the idea of being behind the scenes again was not appealing to me.

Fearful that I had insulted Maria in some way, I tried to reassure her that it had nothing to do with her, just my desire to be in the action. But I was glad for the reassignment. As a member of spectator services you can work in any of the following areas:

Marshalling - standing in the common areas directing people into the correct area of the facility.
Access Monitor - essentially serving as a sentry, only allowing people with the correct access codes to enter restricted areas.
Usher - just what it says...helping people find their seats, directing them to food and restroom facilities, etc.
Response - being a member of the relief team that fills in when other volunteers go on break.

I'm not sure exactly what I am doing today as I move around quite a bit. Finally I work out that I must be on the Response team. Lending to my confusion is that none of the team leaders seems to want to speak to me in English. Even though I repeatedly state that I don't understand Greek, they see my features and read my name and naturally want to converse in Greek. I'm frustrated and my sense of loneliness only increases when they assign me to essentially guard a hallway, where not a soul ventures, for an hour. If I had any idea it would be like this, I would have brought a book. Oh well, it gives me plenty of time to figure out how my cell phone works.

Finally I get moved to what I consider to be a good position working as an Access Monitor in the press area. I can see the game, there's music playing, I'm only checking people when they leave and since they are press, they really don't leave in the middle of the game. I figure it's time to enjoy a bit a baseball and have a little fun. The guy in charge of the music it trying his hardest to get the fans going playing a bit of Greek and English language dance hits, old disco tunes and classical Greek bouzouki music. When he launches into a round of YMCA I notice some of the crowd starts dancing and doing the arm gestures to this song. I join in figuring maybe I can get some more of the crowd going and if not, at least entertain myself. I try to get the other volunteers, all Greeks to join me. They smile politely but cautiously as if I'm some crazy woman to be tolerated. I wonder why these supposed fun-loving people are so reserved. Nonetheless I thoroughly enjoy myself as does at least one fan that comes and dances with me.

I like this position, if I'm going to be lonely it might as well be where I can see the game and dance around a little.