Murphy's Law

If something can go wrong, it will. Murphy's Law. That Motherfucker.

He was in full affect at yesterday's Cut-a-thon, a fundraiser I had coordinated at the 3 beauty schools I work for. All of the proceeds from services sold yesterday are going to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. I was the person in charge at our flagship school yesterday.

The day started out great. The students and educators were genuinely pumped --- and it's rare to see that on a school day. But today everyone could feel the energy in the air. Today was going to be different. Today we were all coming together as a community, a family even, to do something good and get a shitload of clients in the door. We had a sweet spread at the Bake Sale table --- I even managed to collect a 1/2 dozen prizes for a raffle --- and the class who volunteered to organize the bake sale made tiny yellow ribbons to sell for Missing Children's Day. The clinic was slammed -- almost every student had a client in their chair and everyone was so happy to be busy!

Then, the lights went out.

At 12:45 pm, our entire 20 floor building was evacuated. They couldn't get the power back on. We all left and crossed the street, standing in front of a Potbelly's sandwich store. Clients were still draped with wet hair, some with color processing! We took the clients who needed rinsing to a local salon we are friendly with and they were taken care of. One student (God bless her--see pic to the left) grabbed her tools on the way out and continued the haircut on her client at the outside tables next to Potbelly's. Now THAT is commitment! The rest of us just waited for any word. We stood there for almost an hour before we were told that ComEd was coming out to check out the situation. Almost another hour later we were told to go back into the school, grab our stuff and leave. The building will be closed for the rest of the day.

Buzzkill.

What followed was a flurry of irritable people rushing everywhere. Since the computers were down there was no way to get a list of numbers for the students who were coming in for the night school. Luckily we were able to get in touch with all of the night teachers and most of them had cell phone lists of their students. My boss also had just enough time to slap a handwritten sign in the front window that we were closing due to a building emergency.

A photographer for a local paper came in around 11:00 am and took some great photos though. I also got some great shots with Mike's camera. I'm so glad I did that in the morning before all hell broke loose. On Tuesday we'll talk about when we can restage the event, the "Cut-again" as we're now calling it.

DAMN IT!

Oh well.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!!!