Aftermath

As expected, working the game was a truly grueling experience. Not something I'd want to repeat if I can help it. I left my house at ten til seven this morning and am just getting home. I haven't eaten all day, and I am SO tired, but I'll have to be getting the girls soon, so I can't nap. I don't think I've (physically) worked that hard since my days as a UPS loader/unloader/sorter back in college. And I didn't even get paid for it.

Our concession stand was very close to a seating area, but I didn't get to see one iota of the game. We opened at 9:30 and didn't close until after the game, so the game pretty much came and went. In fact, not only was it over for twenty minutes before I knew it was over, but I had to get the score from my cell phone. I have my service setup to alert me with local scores, and that's when I found out what the score was.

We were just completely busy the entire time (we had something like $14K in sales). It was unbelievable. The first time I sat down once we got there was more than an hour after the game ended. At the height of confusion, we were completely out of ice (our ice machine couldn't keep up), out of $1 bills, and a lady passed out in (VERY LONG) lines of heat exhaustion, leaving us to try to contact medical assistance in the thick of frustration.

As a fundraiser for Darby's softball team, it was a good way to earn a bunch of cash for the team in a short period of time. But it sure was insanity incarnate, especially since it was our first game ever working the stadium. One girl out of the sixteen people we had working had previous concession stand fundraiser experience, but for the Redhawks baseball team, which doesn't get anywhere near the turnout that OU does.

The sadest part of the entire ordeal is that Darby will never fully appreciate what her mother and I did for her today, though she will benefit greatly.