Monday, August 26, 2013
Last night was the fundraising gala that has monopolized the last six weeks of my life. I didn't eat as horribly as I could have (I didn't eat well either) and I didn't work out once (I also hardly slept because of the massive amounts of work involved), but I got through it - barely.
Over the last six weeks I coordinated a newspaper as our program (in addition to my 50+ hr/wk job). I wrote 20 articles for the paper - one on each of the performing groups, one on each of the award winners, a general article on the foundation, 2 city-related articles, one article on a group that didn't get to perform, and two bios. I designed 16 ads - one for each of the performers and one for each of the sponsors that didn't have graphics ability. I also laid everything out and got it to press. It was a huge undertaking and an even larger undertaking to do by myself. Additionally, I coordinated the venue with the venue coordinator, put together all of the raffle prizes (got the baskets and arranged everything), served as backup entertainment coordinator (the person assigned to the project didn't keep us in the loop on what he was doing so I did half of the job because it needed to get done), wrote the media and press release for the event, and pretty much filled in and did things whenever possible.
Overall the event was pretty successful - of course it didn't happen without a major breakdown 2 hours before the event which resulted in me cutting my own hair (another story for another time), deciding I wasn't going to go because I couldn't take it, and not having anything that fit the way I wanted it to. I had actually thrown on yoga pants and decided I was going to drop off the raffle prizes and leave. I had gotten everyone to that point, and I needed to not be there.
The second I got to the venue I started getting pulled in various directions. No one had any idea what was going on or what to do. I started arranging silent auction items and then everything came down. The venue was telling me that guests were arriving and no one was there to check them in. The president of the organization hadn't arrived with the finalized guest list. The board members were clueless so all of a sudden (in yoga pants, a track jacket, and flip flops) I got a print out of the guest list (luckily I had finalized it and done the seating arrangement so it was in my email), jumped behind the registration table and started organizing and getting things done. Thank God for Phil. Seriously. We had gotten into a huge fight right before I left and all of a sudden - like a knight in shining armor - he showed up at the venue, knowing that I had been under an immense amount of stress and my actions earlier in the day were not personal. He started helping me when no one else would.
Minutes before the event he let me know that he grabbed the three dresses I was thinking of wearing and shoes because he was thinking ahead and they would be available in the event I wanted to stay. I didn't. When the president showed up minutes before 7 p.m. (the official event start time), she told Phil she had some surprise and I needed to be in there. So, with no time to spare and no chance to look in a mirror, I threw on a dress, the shoes he brought, and walked into the ballroom. (The surprise was just a rose for each of the board members)
At that point I was stuck and stayed for the event, which could have gone better, but could have gone worse. I got tons of praise for all of my effort and most people genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Until one of the performers ambushed me at the end of the night. Instead of standing up to her, I shut down. She then talked down to me again this morning through email and I snapped (rightfully so). I then broke down again. I got food that was super bad for me but "comfort," and took a nap. I slept for a good 3-4 hours this afternoon and felt the best I had sleep-wise in the last two months. I missed sleep.
Now that it's finally over, I can work on myself. Everything has suffered because of this event and I haven't had time for anything - my work, my home, myself have all taken huge hits due to the planning of this event. It's now time to get back on track - cut out the few things I've allowed myself during this time and start working out again. It would have probably helped my stress if I could have worked out, but as it was, I wasn't sleeping more than a couple hours a night and it was more important (for my mental stability) to get that shuteye than to lose an hour to sweat. I'm still debating on if that was a good decision or a bad one.
As always, back to the start line.