"Thank god it's over!" was the only thought I managed to conjure up at 10am last Sunday morning. No. I was not on my way home from the pub or a regretful sleep over. I had just completed Relay For Life (RFL). For those of you who’ve never been roped into a RFL event, put simply, in the weeks leading up to the event you raise money with a team of 10 people. On the day of the event, you complete a 17 hour walking/running relay around a public oval. Awards are handed out for the best team costume, most money raised and the highest lap tally. The money raised goes to the Cancer Council.
My team, the 'Blister Sisters' was made up of teachers who work at the school. When our team captain suggested we take advantage of the school’s new commercial kitchen to open our own café, excitement tripped out sense and we all committed to 4 weeks of trading; amounting to 5 hours of our time each Sunday. This didn’t include food preparation or shopping and restocking consumables. Thankfully, I’d adamantly opted out of the baking, instead offering to be trained up as the barista. 'Coffee shop Erin' gave me the Coffee 101 the day before the grand opening and surprisingly I had the frothy milk down pat within a few goes. My cappuccinos were plausible which was imperative, as I'm known to be quiet the coffee snob around town.
|Mel & I serving at the Blister Sister's Cafe|
Each week we had a consistent stream of familiar faces coming to mingle around the outdoor picnic benches and help support our efforts. We sold homemade cakes, slices, sausage rolls and many more buttery, sugary decadent looking items. Although we had nine of us dedicated to specific roles (dish pig, table service, milkshake lady, counter lady etc.), we felt under the pump for at least two of the three opening hours. The ‘Sisters’ were the only ones happily wiping the menu from the board and mopping the floors for the last time come our final week of trading; all the café patrons suggested we keep the service ongoing. A sarcastic “yeah sure” was the unanimous response. We managed to fake grin our way through the experience and on the upside, our takings amounted to over $1,000 each time. Not bad for a bunch of teachers who were noticeably inexperienced in hospitality work.
Our team ran numerous other fundraising activities such as sausage sizzles and a hand car wash. However, I managed to worm my way out of those. Perhaps I was let off the hook because I’d agreed to have a face painting stall operating on the night of the RFL event. My little ‘$5 a face’ venture was hugely popular and by the following day, all little tired faces were covered in distorted, smudged versions of Hello Kitty and Spiderman. I’m not sure what my efforts equated to in money value but it kept me busy well into the night. By the time it was my turn to run, I was welcoming the opportunity as I felt like a broken record telling the kids to “look up”, “shut your eyes”, “head up..head up…head up please” and “keep still”. I think I was like the grumpy cat version of a face painter and if the kids hadn’t of known me, they’d be calling me ‘the scary lady’.
|When kids made special requests that I knew would look crap|
The above youtube clip is a skit from the old Australian show 'Full Frontal'. I am the little girl who gets her face painted by the man. I still remember it as clear as day and how disgruntled I was not to be the girl who received the pretty face paint. I had a little chuckle to myself when I went to sponge a boy's face and it was holding so much water that murky grey sludge trickled down his nose and lips and into his lap. Although his eyes were shut, his mortified face reminded me of my own when filming this clip all those years ago.
|Getting prepared to sleep (overly optimistic) through the night between team shifts|
|Taking my face painting role very seriously. My friend wanted a surprise dragon.|
|...And taking the relay as equally serious. This photo was taken only hours in. Thankfully there were no photographers present at 4am because my energy and care factor had completely dwindled by that point.|
All in all, we achieved what we’d set out to do…and then some. We had a target of raising $1,500 as a team, which we smashed before our café even had its grand opening. Out of the seven participating teams, our team raised the most money overall, but only marginally. We managed to raise a whopping $9,349! With all the team’s funds combined, we raised over $35,000. The event coordinators were overwhelmed by the success of the event, admitting that it exceeded far beyond their expectations. It was the first time a RFL event was held on Groote Eylandt, so it was a phenomenal outcome and benchmark for future years.
|We couldn't believe the final total. Averaged out, each person in our team almost raised $1,000 each!|
|Still all team members present and in high spirits at about 7pm...a number of team members bailed around 11pm and returned at 6am to relieve the suckers who were left sleepwalking throughout the night.|
|After the closing ceremony at 10am the following morning. I'd had about one hour of broken sleep...can you telll?|
|All the RFL participants after the closing ceremony|