Fair Time!

It's fair time!

But it's not fair, she whispered quietly to herself, as she thought of the thousands of brochures she had printed and hundreds of bags she had stuffed. How the boss had added 2 more brochures, late in the game, causing hours more work. The despair she felt when her helper's grandpa died 2 weeks before the starting date, leaving her alone with mounds of paper and empty bags. The struggle to keep up with daily tasks and still find time to stuff a bag here and there. The days ticking closer, the running and running and still the piles on the table. The day her manager asked how it's going and out popped, "I'm SICK of this!" And she wasn't sure she would be able to ever come back and look at another fair packet again!

And then she remembered... How one night her friends had so lovingly prayed for her to get through this intensely stressful time. How her helper came in extra the next week to make up for being gone the week before. How her manager kept checking in to see how things were going and offered little things to make the process go more smoothly and quickly. The surprise she felt when all the packets were finished up a half day ahead of schedule! The fun and unexpected pizza party for the office staff, provided by management, to thank them for all the hard work for the fair.

The first day of the fair arrived and the office was a flurry of activity as people scrambled to get last minute things together and head out. And she was there with a smile on her face, helping as needed and wishing them well. As the last one headed out the door she settled back with a satisfied sigh and thought to herself, Now what am I going to do?!