Well, that was ridiculously complicated.
May. 19th, 2012 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusWell, that was ridiculously complicated.
So Thursday's the day I make sandwiches. A lot of sandwiches. 50? 60? I make towers of them while I chat with Ani Samla or John. They get taken to the OccupyDC folks and any extra get shared among the homeless.
This Thursday I had to go into work early. No problem, I'll just do the sandwiches early, right?
Um. Except this time I was making them at home, and with less space it took more time and ... uh-oh.
So I contact the cook who (apparently) used to be in charge of food (Me: "I'm going to be late, how can we coordinate this?" -- "I told you several times I don't do this any more" -- Me: "Sometimes I don't listen?" I have no memory of her telling me). She directs me to the person who took over from her. I can't reach that person, so I contact John in the gift store, and the person who's delivering the sandwiches that evening. Find out from them that someone else has taken over the food. Seems that since the Occupy kitchen was taken down, we haven't needed a cook, just a coordinator.
John handles it. He finds the (new) coordinator and hands her his cell with me still on it. She suggests I take the sandwiches to my work and they'll see if they can manage to find someone who can pick them up. At work -- with the sandwiches -- I contact John again. He's got his partner Chris to drive all the way out and pick them up. (Also, we discover that I probably should've left them at my house, since I live only blocks from where Chris is and my aunt is home, but oh well.)
Somewhere around six pm, midway through my tutoring sessions, Chris turns up, gets the sandwiches (which I'd given to our office assistant), takes them alllll the way back to the temple where one of the nuns took them to OccupyDC.
How much you wanna bet that the nun who took them down to DC lives or works ten minutes from my office? Because, it was that kind of day.
So Thursday's the day I make sandwiches. A lot of sandwiches. 50? 60? I make towers of them while I chat with Ani Samla or John. They get taken to the OccupyDC folks and any extra get shared among the homeless.
This Thursday I had to go into work early. No problem, I'll just do the sandwiches early, right?
Um. Except this time I was making them at home, and with less space it took more time and ... uh-oh.
So I contact the cook who (apparently) used to be in charge of food (Me: "I'm going to be late, how can we coordinate this?" -- "I told you several times I don't do this any more" -- Me: "Sometimes I don't listen?" I have no memory of her telling me). She directs me to the person who took over from her. I can't reach that person, so I contact John in the gift store, and the person who's delivering the sandwiches that evening. Find out from them that someone else has taken over the food. Seems that since the Occupy kitchen was taken down, we haven't needed a cook, just a coordinator.
John handles it. He finds the (new) coordinator and hands her his cell with me still on it. She suggests I take the sandwiches to my work and they'll see if they can manage to find someone who can pick them up. At work -- with the sandwiches -- I contact John again. He's got his partner Chris to drive all the way out and pick them up. (Also, we discover that I probably should've left them at my house, since I live only blocks from where Chris is and my aunt is home, but oh well.)
Somewhere around six pm, midway through my tutoring sessions, Chris turns up, gets the sandwiches (which I'd given to our office assistant), takes them alllll the way back to the temple where one of the nuns took them to OccupyDC.
How much you wanna bet that the nun who took them down to DC lives or works ten minutes from my office? Because, it was that kind of day.