Concessions Duty :(

Yesterday I had concessions duty at the men's basketball game for club volleyball fundraising. It started out good - we had music from the pep band to listen to even. However, our coordinator was part slave-driver, part clueless. She would make a big deal about how to fill nacho trays (for those of you who don't know, you put chips in the big compartment and cheese in the little compartment) but neglected to inform us of the more impertinent details: where more nacho cheese was; what to serve the pizza in; etc. So, that was a bit frustrating. And the night only got better. We tallied up money and inventory. Laura, poor thing, was swept out of the room by our crazy helper lady to go get the money counted. And it turned out we were off by $60 or so. So we recounted everything, trying to figure out what went wrong. Now it's like 10:00pm (games been over for an hour or so) and we can't really do anything different. But she makes us stand around until she decides that we can't do anything else about it, deducts our profit by like $24 and says we can go. Whew, what a night.