I left the station that day looking like I stood under a flock of birds who all pooed at once. Little white splotches covered my black shirt. I had white in my hair, on my forehead, under my chin and in the corners of my eyes.
But I was $60 closer to my goal.
Unfortunately, I still had a long way to go and was getting desperate… so desperate that I agreed to host a bake sale at work.
My co-workers love to eat, but I don’t love to bake.
I stayed up until midnight one day baking cookies, cereal bars and puppy chow.
I ruined the first batch of cereal bars by adding the peanut butter to the sugar and corn syrup before those two were boiling.
I ended up with a thick, sticky, syrupy mess that had to be thrown away.
Then I lost half my batch of puppy chow, or muddy buddies if that’s what folks up here call them. How I messed up such a simple dessert is beyond me. All you have to do is scoop, melt and shake basically.
I messed up somewhere between melting and shaking.
My co-workers didn’t seem to notice. They ate the treats and donated another $120 to my cause.
The more likely story, though, is they tasted the treats and felt so bad that I worked so hard to bake such mediocre desserts that they gave me all the cash in their pockets, so I wouldn’t have to hold another bake sale.
I’m going with that. So it’s either really sad or a brilliant strategy.
I managed to raise another $310 by harassing family members and opening my own pocketbook. And on the second-to-last day of the fundraiser, The Social Experience donated $250 to my cause, a very nice surprise.