So tonight I did some volunteering for a fundraising banquet. My sister and I ran a coat closet. This involves after attendee's arrival, taking their coats from them and hanging them up. In order to avoid a mix-up, we tag their coat with a number and give them a chip with the same number.
So Meg and I get there early and start setting up. Then we realized there was a tag situation. We had one through fifty. And that was it.
Brief aside to remind readers, how cold it is currently. Still REALLY cold. No thanks spring.
We decided to role with it. As you can image more than fifty people came and we ran out of tags. Even after running the normal precautions, of one tag per family and encouraging people to keep their coats with them, 'it may be cold during dinner' and other fine lines. No big deal it would just be chaos later, we continued accepting coats and hanging them up with no identifiers.
Then the unimaginable happened. We ran out of hangers. I was in the back, watching them dwindle until there were no more.
Still the coats kept coming. We began to pile them on desks and chairs. Pretty much anywhere, but the floor. The crowd was slowing, the event starting, we were almost in the clear. When one more party walked in. Some other volunteer greeting one of them with, "Senator."
We took their coats of course, but we were fresh out of tags, hangers, or any non-floor space. There was no more room, not without it getting put with other coats and forgotten. What to do?
We finally dragged in another chair just to keep the Senator's coat. I never thought a coat closet's job could be stressful, but it is a responsibility. Especially with government officials are involved.
All of that and we were only half way done for the night.
<3 Lissa
So Meg and I get there early and start setting up. Then we realized there was a tag situation. We had one through fifty. And that was it.
Brief aside to remind readers, how cold it is currently. Still REALLY cold. No thanks spring.
We decided to role with it. As you can image more than fifty people came and we ran out of tags. Even after running the normal precautions, of one tag per family and encouraging people to keep their coats with them, '
Then the unimaginable happened. We ran out of hangers. I was in the back, watching them dwindle until there were no more.
Still the coats kept coming. We began to pile them on desks and chairs. Pretty much anywhere, but the floor. The crowd was slowing, the event starting, we were almost in the clear. When one more party walked in. Some other volunteer greeting one of them with, "Senator."
We took their coats of course, but we were fresh out of tags, hangers, or any non-floor space. There was no more room, not without it getting put with other coats and forgotten. What to do?
We finally dragged in another chair just to keep the Senator's coat. I never thought a coat closet's job could be stressful, but it is a responsibility. Especially with government officials are involved.
All of that and we were only half way done for the night.
<3 Lissa
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