Describe a time of disappointment.
I’m a native Southern Californian. In 1989, the California Angels hosted the All-Star Game. I knew there was no way I could get tickets, so I joined their group of volunteers. Volunteers would be dispatched at all the hotels in and near Anaheim, to be stationed in the lobbies as points of information for players and media. Other volunteers worked in other jobs and other places. I took a week off work to perform what I thought would be this terrific duty (even though I had to wear a skirt).
On the first day of All-Star week, I found myself at a Hyatt in Anaheim. I was behind a little stand with a sign on it, the All-Star logo and the word “information.” There was another volunteer there. There were no chairs. We stood all day. No one came to us. Not a soul. I was quite disillusioned and didn’t go back. (Quite irresponsible. I was a different person back then.)
When I returned to work the following Monday, the president of the company sought me out. He asked jovially how I enjoyed the game. I told him I enjoyed it, and that I was glad the American League had won. He asked me where I was seated. I told him, in my chair in my living room. He was surprised. He said he’d heard I was going to the game. When I explained about the volunteer corps, he said, “Oh. That’s too bad. I had an extra ticket and was looking for you.” I cried for days.
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