Picking up from yesterday –
So, I hear we need to get cases of water to the roof for the finishers.
Then one of the sponsors comes up to me because he has boxes of towels that need to go to the roof, and apparently I look like I know what I’m doing. Cool.
So, we recruit some people and some dollies and start taking it all up to the roof. Now, the elevator doesn’t go all the way up to the roof. So, we got to get everything to a high floor, then walk the last 2 – 3 flights, which was pretty awesome. Teamwork made it go extremely fast, and I really felt like I was working (and getting a great workout!) by carrying semi-heavy things up the stairs.
Once we got to the top, I saw that that seemed to be where the party was. All the people up there helping were getting so pumped for the event. People were taking pictures of this view high above Los Angeles. It was pretty awesome.
I learned from the medical staff that they needed a bucket of ice to help cool people down. So, I got in touch with the correct parties, and we got one up there.
After that, I went back downstairs to the main hub. That’s when I saw one of the volunteers from my team that morning in a blue shirt. And then I got a little jealous. There was a box of blue shirts just sitting there and Rebecca, the manager of the event, was also there.
I almost didn’t say anything. I thought to myself, “you know, if Cory Booker were here, he wouldn’t be preoccupied with a blue shirt. He would just want to make sure he helped to the best of his ability.”
But let’s get real. I’m not as cool as Cory Booker. To me, for whatever reason, the blue shirt said, “you did a great job – a great enough job to deserve a blue shirt.”
Did I ignore personal growth in favor of getting a special shirt? We’ll talk about it tomorrow.