"So, what is DisasterMan doing today? Saving sturdy buildings from fire-breathing kittens? Rescuing the homeless from homes? Searching for 'Lost' DVDs for the homebound?"
"Putting baby powder in his super-tight spandex suit, in a vain attempt to grow babies?"
Why, yes! All those things -- and more! I'm also sitting on my butt in some bleachers at a high school, waving the occasional family in a direction that's already obvious, to go get their H1N1 flu shots.
The people waiting in line were to sit on bleachers, and rotate through one row at a time. But there's practically no one here, so people just walk straight over to the nurses, and ushers' job is of little value.
12:50 PM
OK, now they've closed the entrance that led to me, so I've got no purpose. A bunch of other orange-safety-vest-wearing volunteers are standing around chatting -- or sitting with glazed looks -- because they too are unneeded.
The call-out said they needed "hundreds of volunteers." Then again, they do need to staff three other sites besides this one. And it's better to have 10 times the # needed than to fall short. Right?
And the clock on the wall says we have only... 5 hours to go. Woo-hoo!
4:00 PM
They gave us boxed lunches, so that wasn't bad. Soon afterward, though, I just went over to the parents' and spent time with the niece.
I was there in my capacity as a CERT member, but the Red Cross was also there to provide water (and food?). However, their truck broke down, so 3 RC volunteers stood around with nothing to do, like the rest of us. So it was a fun day for all.
Time to peel off the spandex and go secret-identity -- until they next turn on the DM signal, showing Metropolis needs a hero to man the do-not-cross lines again.
