As I said on my previous day, it was for Day 3 I decided to pick a different shift. My goal was to have a lot less standing around and a lot more doing. I mean, that's why I was volunteering, right? So I got a very SMALL taste of what my husband's submarine life was like. And by that I mean that I had a 6-hour shift and then 12 hours 'off' and then a 6-hour shift again. On Day 2 I finished at 6pm and woke up at 5am to get there at 6am the next morning. Obviously doing this for ONE day was a lot better than doing it for 180 DAYS. At least I didn't have to sleep under my coffee table. Yeah, I don't think I'm cut out to be a submariner.
Anyway, once I arrived it was still dark out. And there was nobody manning that sign-in table. No numbers waiting to be called, no formalities. My altered shirt that worked so great in the Florida noontime the previous day wasn't quite cutting it for me this particular morning. I was cold! So I grabbed the smallest shirt on the table (size XXL, I believe?) and threw it on over my other one. Much better, except now I was wearing a Muumuu.
Since there was no one telling me I couldn't go down there, I went straight for the house. There were some other friendly volunteer faces that I recognized, standing around waiting for something to do. The skilled labor was busily working in and on the house. We soon got asked to move some bricks and devised an easy system for doing so, finishing in no time. After that, we were all called over by some bigwig or another and told we were taking a "field trip." We were gonna go help renovate a gym! Hooray! And the gym was only a few miles up the road, so that was a nice bonus.
The basic premise of why we were renovating a gym is that the guy the house was being built for was being given a job at this gym. You'll have to watch the episode to get all the ins and outs of why -- I do know that they were moving him to Pensacola from a farther-away town because the city donated the land. Anyway, all that to say we got to go move a bunch of beams, roll up some floors, and jump in the foam pit!
|If I ever did that during my gymnastics heyday, you can rest assured it wasn't intentional.|
|The wood part of the floor, which is underneath a bunch of foam and at least one layer of carpet|
Besides my hunger-induced crankiness, the rest of the day was gold. We sat around and watched a morning talk show while waiting for the crew, and one of the young guys laid in the foam pit. When the crew showed, we carried some tables for them, setting up the place to eat lunch. But, um, NO FOOD. Not even one measly doughnut. Gahhh. I soon saw on-screen talent Johnny Littlefield, so I pretty much knew we were about to get put to work with no food in sight.
We were given Santa hats for our construction helmets once again (although during our actual work in the gym, we definitely did not wear the hats!). We also got out the gym's assortment of Christmas decor and were told to "stampede" into the gym carrying our decorations. We had to do it about three times, and it was actually pretty fun!
|Me with my holiday gear. Not sure if the hat stayed up during the stampede!|
|Johnny Littlefield and me!|